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LOS  ANGELES 


20TH    CENTURY 


FORMULARY 


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SONGS  AND  FORnS 


IN  THE  INTEREST  OF  FREE  THOUGHT 
AND  PROGRESS 


For  the  Use  of  Spiritualist  and  other  Liberal 

Societies  in  their  Public  Meetings 

and  their  Homes 


LOS  ANGELES,  CAL.: 

PUBLISHED  BY  THE  AUTHOR,  W.  C.  BOWMAN 

1907 


THIS  book  of  SONGS,  READINGS  and  FORMS  is  published  in 
the  interest  of  Liberalism,  Free  Thought  and  Prog 
ress.  It  is  designed,  not  only  for  the  use  of  Spiritualist 
and  other  Liberal  Societies  in  their  public  meetings,  but 
also  as  a  useful  Guide  and  Formulary  in  Marriage  and  Fu 
neral  Services,  as  well  as  for  helpful  Thoughts,  Sentiments 
and  Suggestions  in  Home  Life  and  Discipline. 

The  work  has  been  prompted  by  the  conviction  that 
the  New  Thought  of  our  New  Era  needs  to  be  definitely 
formulated  and  put  into  practical  use  in  our  Domestic, 
Social,  Moral  and  Spiritual  Life. 


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CONTENTS 


PART  FIRST 

PAGES 

SONGS  AND  HYMNS  FOR  PUBLIC  RELIG 
IOUS  EXERCISES         -          -          -         1-33 


PART   SECOND 

CLASSIFIED    READINGS  IN  THE  HIGHER 

THOUGHT  AND  THE  HIGHER  LIFE  -      33  129 


PART   THIRD 
MARRIAGE  AND  A  MARRIAGE  CEREMONY    130-132 


PART  FOURTH 

HOME— THE  HOME  SENTIMENT  —  HOME 

TRAINING  AND  HOME  LIFE  -          -    133-147 


PART   FIFTH 
FUNERAL  SERVICES  -  -  -    148-155 


Songs  and  Hymns 


No.  1.     THE  MORNING  LIGHT. 

From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains.. 

PHE  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  shadows  disappear ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

From  darkness,  doubt  and  fear. 
The  human  mind,  enshrouded 

In  superstition's  night, 
In  mysteries  beclouded, 

Beholds  the  dawning  light. 

The  dreary  night  of  sorrow 

That  wraps  the  world  in  gloom 
Shall  vanish  for  the  morrow 

With  light  beyond  the  tomb. 
That  light,  to  man  benighted, 

Directs  the  upward  sight, 
And,  to  the  soul  invited, 

Reveals  a  glorious  sight. 

Bright  angels  hover  o'er  us 

The  welcome  news  to  bring 
Of  better  scenes  before  us  ; 

In  rapturous  joy  they  sing. 
Earth's  millions,  from  their  sadness, 

Awake  with  joy  and  love, 
And,  filled  with  peace  and  gladness, 

Look  to  their  home  above. 


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No.  2.     FORWARD. 

From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains. 

FORWARD  !  the  day  is  breaking  ; 
Earth  shall  be  dark  no  more  ; 
Millions  of  men  are  waking 
On  every  sea  and  shore. 
With  trumpets  and  with  banners, 

The  world  is  marching  on  ; 
The  air  rings  with  hosannas, 
The  field  is  fought  and  won. 

Forward  !  the  world  before  us 

Listens  to  hear  our  tread, 
And  the  calm  heavens  o'er  us 

Smile  blessings  on  our  head. 
Hope,  like  an  eagle,  hovers 

Above  the  way  we  go; 
The  shield  of  patience  covers 
Our  hearts  from  every  foe. 

Forward  !     As  near  and  nearer 

Draw  we  unto  our  rest, 
Joyous,  the  light  shines  clearer 

In  every  faithful  breast. 
The  past  has  ceased  to  bind  us  ; 

Its  chains  are  hurled  away; 
The  deepest  gloom  behind  us 

Melts  in  the  dawn  of  day. 


No.  3.     JOY  TO  THE  WORLD. 


JOY  to  the  world  !     The  darkness  flies; 
**     Let  earth  with  gladness  sing; 
The  morning  comes — o'er  all  the  skies 
She  waves  her  purple  wing. 


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Joy  to  the  world  !  for  truth  abounds, 
And  "error,  withering,  dies  ; " 

In  fragments  hurled  upon  the  ground, 
Her  broken  altar  lies. 

Joy  to  the  world  !     High  o'er  the  tomb 

The  star  of  hope  appears  ; 
An  angel  voice  from  out  the  gloom 

Falls  sweetly  on  our  ears. 

"  Joy  to  the  world  ! "  the  anthem  be  ; 

A  song  of  triumph  sing  : 
"  0,  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

0,  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ?  " 


No.  4.    THE  HAPPY  NOW. 

THERE  sometimes  gleams  upon  our  sight, 
Through  present  wrongs,  the  eternal  Right, 
And  step  by  step,  since  time  began, 
We  see  the  steady  gain  of  man. 

Whate'er  of  good  the  past  has  had 
Remains  to  make  our  own  time  glad— 
Our  common  daily  life  divine, 
And  every  land  a  Palestine. 

Through  the  harsh  noises  of  the  day 
A  low,  sweet  prelude  finds  its  way; 
Through  clouds  of  doubt  and  creeds  of  fear 
A  light  is  breaking,  calm  and  clear. 

Henceforth  my  heart  shall  sigh  no  more 
For  olden  time  and  holier  shore  : 
The  love  and  blessing  then  and  there 
Are  NOW,  and  HERE,  and  EVERYWHERE. 


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No.  5.     TRUE  FAITH. 

Ortonville. 

f\R,  help  the  prophet  to  be  bold— 
^  The  poet  to  be  true  ! 
It  yet  remains  for  man  to  learn 
What  Love  to  man  may  do. 

With  faith  not  pent  within  a  book 

Or  buried  in  a  creed, 
But  growing  with  the  expanding  thought 

And  deepening  with  the  need. 

A  faith  that  laughs  in  little  joys 

Of  children  at  their  play, 
That  weeps  in  every  woman  grief 

And  prays  when  heroes  pray. 

A  faith  whose  parable  is  plain, 

And  needs  no  priest  to  tell : 
Its  law — "Be  kind,  be  pure,  be  just ;" 

Its  promise — "  Thence  be  well." 


No.  6.     COMING  BY-AND-BY. 

A   BETTER  DAY  is  coming — a  morning  promised  long— 
^  When  girded  right,  with  holy  might,  will  overthrow  the 

wrong — 

When  God,  the  Lord,  will  listen  to  every  plaintive  sigh, 
And  stretch  his  hand  o'er  every  land  with  justice  by-and-by. 

CHORUS : 

Coming  by-and-by  !  coming  by-and-by  ! 
The  better  day  is  coming,  the  morning  draweth  nigh — 
Coming  by-and  by  !  coming  by-and  by  ! 
The  welcome  dawn  will  hasten  on — 'tis  coming  by-and-by. 


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The  boast  of  haughty  Error  no  more  will  fill  the  air, 
But  age  and  youth  will  love  the  truth,  and  spread  it  every 

where; 

No  more  from  want  and  sorrow  will  come  the  hopeless  cry, 
But  strife  will  cease,  and  perfect  peace  will  flourish  by  and 

by. 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  for  that  welcome  dawning,  when  happiness  and  peace 
Shall  bless  the  land  from  east  to  west  and  suffering  shall 

cease. 

This  glorious  consummation  our  principles  will  bring, 
Then  plenty  will  our  homes  all  fill.    It's  coming;  let  us  sing. 

CHORUS. 


No.  7.     WONDROUS  STORY. 

HAVE  you  heard  the  Wondrous  Story, 
Come  to  save  the  world  at  last? 
Not  some  sacred  myth  grown  hoary 

In  the  service  of  the  past, 
For  it  points  the  way  to  duty, 

Where  the  light  of  truth  shall  shine  ; 
Wondrous  story  full  of  beauty, 
Love  to  man  is  love  divine. 

0  that  all  with  hearts  o'erflowing 

To  their  fellow  man  may  rise, 
Join  with  us,  the  thought  is  growing, 

Still  there's  room  for  sacrifice. 
Be  the  effort  all  unceasing, 

Till  the  world  shall  fall  in  line ; 
0  believe  with  faith  increasing, 

Love  to  man  is  love  divine. 


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No.  8.     OUR  MISSION 


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LL  hail  to  the  good  time  coining, 

All  hail  to  the  dawning  light ! 
That  comes  like  a  revelation, 
To  show  what  is  true  and  right ; 
Our  mission. 


Who  is  there  dare  to  gain-say? 

Our  blessed  work  shall  be 
To  join  with  the  toiling  millions, 

And  make  them  truly  free  ! 

To  save  men  from  superstition, 
To  save  them  from  servile  thrall, 

To  lead  in  the  van  of  progress, 
To  plead  for  the  rights  of  all ; 
Our  mission. 

Who  is  there  dare  to  gain  say  ? 

Our  blessed  work  shall  be 
To  join  with  the  toiling  millions, 

And  make  them  truly  free  ! 

As  grand  as  the  truth  is  mighty  ; 

As  high  as  the  heavens  above  ; 
As  broad  as  is  all  creation  ! 

As  deep  as  the  depths  of  love  ; 
Our  mission. 

Who  is  there  dare  to  gainsay  ? 

Our  blessed  work  shall  be 
To  join  with  the  toiling  millions, 

And  make  them  truly  free  ! 


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No.  9.     MY  CREED. 

YOU  ask  my  creed,  and  I  tell  you  true. 
'Tis  the  simplest  thing  on  earth, 
One  that  a  child  may  understand, 
And  yet  of  rarest  worth. 

'Tis  the  only  Christ-made  creed  we  have, 

The  long-neglected  lore  : 
Just  love  to  God  and  love  to  man  ; 

Just  this  and  nothing  more. 

This  creed  of  love  is  broad  and  high, 

And  free  as  light  and  air  ; 
It  makes  the  whole  world  kith  and  kin, 

And  life  so  wondrous  fair. 

And  I  believe  that  God  is  love, 

And  trust  his  loving  care; 
It  is  a  sea  of  health  and  peace 

Around  us  everywhere. 


No.  10.     A  TRANSFORMATION. 

Y  life,  or  what  it  seemed  to  be, 

Has  changed — has  changed  so  much  to  me; 
For  now  it  claims  a  higher  kin 
Than  ever  I  had  hoped  to  win. 

And  nights  have  come  and  days  have  gone 
In  which  my  soul  was  not  alone; 
It  winged  itself  to  higher  plane, 
And  joined  the  eternal  God-led  train. 

And  then  I  knew  that  I  was  one 

With  Earth,  and  Moon,  and  Stars,  and  Sun. 

I  knew — I  knew  that  I  was  free; 

That  He  was  I,  and  I  was  He. 


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No.  11.     THE  DAWN  OF  PEACE 

PUT  off,  put  off  your  mail,  0  kings, 
And  beat  your  brands  to  dust ! 
Your  hands  must  learn  a  surer  grasp, 
Your  hearts  a  better  trust. 

Oh,  bend  aback  the  lance's  point, 

And  break  the  helmet  bar  ; 
A  noise  in  the  morning  wind, 

But  not  the  note  of  war. 

Upon  the  grassy  mountain  paths 

The  glittering  hosts  increase — 
They  come  !  They  come !  How  fair  their  feet ! 

They  come  who  publish  peace. 

And  victory,  fair  victory, 

Our  enemies  are  ours  ! 
For  all  the  clouds  are  clasped  in  light, 

And  all  the  earth  with  flowers. 

Aye,  still  depressed  and  dim  with  dew! 

But  wait  a  little  while, 
And  with  the  radiant,  deathless  rose 

The  wilderness  shall  smile. 

And  every  tender,  living  thing 

Shall  feed  by  streams  of  rest ; 
Nor  lamb  shall  from  the  flock  be  lost, 

Nor  nursling  from  the  nest. 


No.  12.     A  WELL  ORDERED  LIFE 


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0  stormy  passions  wild  and  strong 
Should  e'er  distract  the  soul, 

But  all  the  elements  of  mind 
Be  subject  to  control. 


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Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  steps 

Still  keep  the  golden  mean  ; 
Whose  life  to  wisdom's  rules  conformed, 

Preserves  a  conscience  clean. 

Not  of  himself  too  highly  thinks, 
Nor  acts  the  boaster's  part ; 

His  modest  tongue  the  language  speaks 
Spontaneous  from  the  heart. 

Not  in  low  scandal's  arts  he  deals, 
For  truth  dwells  in  his  breast, 

With  grief  he  sees  his  neighbor's  faults, 
And  thinks  and  hopes  the  best. 

By  narrow  creeds  his  generous  soul 

Disdains  to  be  confined  ; 
He  loves  the  good  of  every  name 

'Mongst  all  the  human  kind. 


No.   13.     WORK  FOR  THE  NATION 

THERE  is  work  for  the  nation  to  do, 
And  behold  'tis  for  one  another  ! 
'Tis  the  gospel  so  old  and  so  true, 

Of  the  duty  we  owe  to  a  brother  ; 
'Tis  for  God-given  rights  as   the   world   must 

shortly  see, 

Even  now  dawns  the  glad  new  day ; 
The  millenium  of  justice  based  on  true  humanity 
Comes  at  last,  and  comes  to  stay. 

CHORUS. 
So  we'll  join  with  hearts  and  voices 

In  the  cause  of  truth  and  right, 
And  our  motto  e'er  shall  be — 

The  New  Era  so  rejoices 


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All  the  soldiers  in  the  fight, 

We  will  march  to  victory. 
The  New  Era  so  rejoices 

All  the  soldiers  in  the  fight, 
We  will  march  to  victory. 

By  the  thousands  our  numbers  they  swell, 

Of  all  classes  of  every  station, 
In  the  count  soon  the  millions  will  tell, 

The  redemption  we  bring  to  the  nation  ; 
Reason  forces  the  strong,  but  'tis  love  all  hearts 
must  win — 

To  the  conscience  proclaim  this  call : 
Love  to  man  is  love  divine. 

Let  the  reign  of  peace  begin, 
Peace  on  earth  good-will  to  all. 
CHORUS. 

Never  doubt  that  the  cause  will  prevail, 

On  your  work  and  your  faith  depending, 
On  like  vet'rans  who  know  not  to  fail, 

Forward  march,  the  right  defending ; 
When  the  vict'ry  is  won  we  will  march  in  grand 

review, 

Looking  on,  all  the  world  will  see, 
How  the   mass   of  common  people  brings  us 

wealth  and  wisdom  too, 
What  a  victory  it  will  be  ! 
CHORUS. 


No.  14.     MY  BROTHER'S  KEEPER 


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HY  this  growing  agitation  ! 

Tis  the  people's  voice  at  last, 
Come  in  time  to  save  the  nation, 
Ere  the  danger  line  is  past ; 


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From  injustice,  dire,  appalling, 

Crying  halt !  no  further  go, 
Tis  the  public  conscience  calling, 

This  is  what  we  want  to  know  : 

Would  you  trample  on  a  brother 
Struggling  in  life's  bitter  storm, 

And  his  cry  for  help  to  smother, 

Would  you  crush  his  prostrate  form  ? 

War  declared  against  a  neighbor, 

Fierce,  relentless,  is  the  strife. 
Once  'twas  for  the  fruits  of  labor, 

'Tis  the  struggle  now  for  life  ; 
Oh  the  anguish  and  the  sorrow, 

Blighted  hopes  that  ne'er  can  be  ! 
From  the  fear  of  dread  to-morrow, 

Who  can  say  that  he  is  free? 
CHORUS. 

Sometime,  sometime,  wondrous  story, 

Universal  peace  shall  reign, 
Brotherhood  the  crowning  glory, 

All  the  nations  will  maintain  ; 
Freedom,  Liberty,  no  longer 

Shall  be  catch  words  to  enslave, 
Whoso  in  the  right  is  stronger, 

Shall  be  called  the  true,  the  brave. 
CHORUS. 


No.  15.     THE  BRAVEST  BATTLE 

*HE  bravest  battle  that  ever  was  fought ! 

Shall  I  tell  you  where  and  when  ? 
On  the  maps  of  the  world  you  will  find  it  not — 
Twas  fought  by  the  mothers  of  men. 


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Nay,  not  with  cannon  or  battle  shot, 

With  a  sword  or  noble  pen  ; 
Nay,  not  with  eloquent  words  or  thought 

From  the  mouths  of  wonderful  men  ! 

But  deep  in  a  walled-up  woman's  heart — 
Of  a  woman  that  would  not  yield, 

But  bravely,  silently  bore  her  part — 
Lo,  there  is  the  battle  field  ! 

No  marshaling  troops,  no  bivouac  song, 
No  banner  to  gleam  and  wave  ; 

But  oh!  these  battles,  they  last  so  long — 
From  babyhood  to  the  grave. 

Yet,  faithful  still  as  a  bridge  of  stars, 
She  fights  in  her  walled-up  town — 

Fights  on  and  on  in  the  endless  wars, 
Then,  silent,  unseen,  goes  down. 

Oh,  ye  with  banners  and  battle  shot, 
And  soldiers  to  shout  and  praise  ! 

I  tell  you  the  kingliest  victories  fought 
Are  fought  in  these  silent  ways. 

0  spotless  woman  in  a  world  of  shame, 
With  splendid  and  silent  scorn, 

Go  back  to  God  as  white  as  you  came — 
The  kingliest  warrior  born  ! 


No.  16.     MIZPATH 

GO  thou  thy  way,  and  I  go  mine 
Apart,  yet  not  afar  : 
Only  a  thin  veil  hangs  between 
The  pathways  where  we  are  ; 
And  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me."- 
This  is  my  prayer. 


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He  looks  thy  way,  he  looketh  mine, 
And  keeps  us  near. 

I  know  not  where  thy  road  may  be. 

Nor  which  way  mine  will  be, 
If  thine  will  lead  through  parching  sands 

And  mine  beside  the  sea  ; 
Yet  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me." 

So  never  fear — 
He  holds  thy  hand,  he  claspeth  mine, 

And  keeps  us  near. 

Should  wealth  and  fame  perchance  be  thine, 

And  my  lot  lowly  be, 
Or  you  be  sad  and  sorrowful, 

And  glory  be  for  me 
And  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me." 

Both  are  his  care- 
One  arm,  'round  thee  and  one  'round  me, 

Will  keep  us  near. 

I  sigh  sometimes  to  see  thy  face. 

But  since  this  may  not  be, 
I'll  leave  thee  to  the  care  of  Him 

Who  cares  for  thee  and  me. 
"  I'll  keep  ye  both  beneath  my  wings," 

This  comforts  dear,— 
One  wing  o'er  thee  and  one  o'er  me, 

So  we  are  near. 

And  though  our  paths  be  separate, 

And  thy  way  be  not  mine  ; 
Yet  coming  to  the  mercy  seat, 

My  soul  shall  meet  with  thine. 
And  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me." 

I'll  whisper  there, 
He  blesseth  thee,  — He  blesseth  me, 

And  we  are  near. 


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No.  17.     THE  LIGHT  OF  TRUTH  IS  BREAKING 

MARY  A.  WHITE. 
Tune--The  Morning  Light  is  Breaking. 

THE  light  of  truth  is  breaking 
Through  many  a  rifted  cloud, 
And  quickened  souls  awakmg, 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
While  weary  hearts  desponding 

By  prison  bars  oppressed, 
In  glad  tones  are  responding — 
Humanity  is  blessed. 

Across  the  waste  of  waters, 

In  thought  waves  from  afar, 
Earth's  favored  sons  and  daughters 

Are  hailing  freedom's  star  ; 
And  everywhere  in  chorus 

Their  gladsome  voices  ring  ; 
The  goal  is  just  before  us — 

Humanity  is  king. 

Then  freemen,  never  falter, 

Your  banners  lift  on  high  ; 
A  light  from  freedom's  alter 

Illuminates  the  sky  ; 
And  soon  in  every  hamlet 

Its  beacon  light  shall  shine  ; 
And  all  will  join  the  anthem, 

Humanity  is  divine. 


No.  18.     COME  AND  JOIN  US 

Tune--Brightly  Beams  Our  Father's  Mercy. 

:OME  and  join  us  in  our  pleasures, 
We  are  seeking  purest  joy, 
In  pursuit  of  richest  treasures 
We  our  moments  here  employ. 


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CHORUS. 
Come  and  join  us  in  our  labors, 

We  are  working  for  the  right. 
Come  and  join  us,  friends  and  neighbors, 

In  our  noble  cause  unite. 

Guided  by  the  voice  of  duty, 

To  the  poor  and  outcast  go, 
And  let  manhood,  youth  and  beauty 

Join  to  banish  want  and  woe. 
CHORUS. 

Joy  of  doing  good  is  ours, 

Joy  of  'suaging  human  woe, 
Joy  of  planting  fruits  and  flowers 

Where  the  thorns  of  evil  grow. 
CHORUS. 


No.  19.     WORK. 

F.  M.  WHITE 

ORK  !  it  is  thy  highest  mission, 

Work  !  all  blessings  center  there, 
Work  for  culture,  for  the  vision 
Of  the  true,  and  good,  and  fair. 


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Tis  of  knowledge  the  condition, 
Opening  still  new  fields  beyond  ; 

'Tis  of  thought  the  full  fruition, 
'Tis  of  love  the  perfect  bond. 

The  Bethesda  pool  of  sorrow, 
Healer  of  the  ills  of  life  ; 

Prophet  of  a  brighter  morrow, 
Door  of  hope  and  end  of  strife. 


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Work  !  by  labor  comes  th'  unsealing 
Of  the  thoughts  that  in  thee  burn  ; 

Comes  in  action  the  revealing 
Of  the  truths  thou  hast  to  learn. 

Work  !  in  helping,  loving  union, 
With  thy  brethern  of  mankind  : 

With  the  foremost  hold  communion, 
Sccour  those  who  toil  behind. 

For  true  work  can  never  perish, 
And  thy  followers  in  the  way 

For  thy  works  thy  name  shall  cherish- 
Work  !  while  it  is  called  to-day  ! 


No.  20.     ALL  ARE  BUILDERS 

H.  W.  LONGFELLOW. 

LL  are  architects  of  Fate, 

Working  in  these  walls  of  time, 
Some  with  massive  deed  and  great, 
Some  with  ornaments  of  rhyme. 


A 


Nothing  useless  is,  or  low, 

Each  thing  in  its  place  is  best ; 

And  what  seems  but  idle  show, 
Strengthens  and  supports  the  rest. 

For  the  structure  that  we  raise, 
Time  is  with  materials  filled  ; 

Our  to-days  and  yesterdays 
Are  the  blocks  with  which  we  build. 

Build  to-day,  then,  strong  and  sure, 
With  a  firm  and  ample  base  ; 

And,  ascending  and  secure, 
Shall  to-morrow  find  its  place. 


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No.  21.     WORK  AS  YOU  WISH 

ELLA  WHEELER  WILCOX 

DO  you  wish  the  world  were  better? 
Let  me  tell  you  what  to  do, 
Set  a  watch  upon  your  actions, 
Keep  them  always  straight  and  true, 
Rid  your  mind  of  selfish  motives, 

Let  your  thoughts  be  clean  and  high. 
You  can  make  a  little  Eden 
Of  the  sphere  you  occupy. 

Do  you  wish  the  world  were  wiser? 

Well,  suppose  you  make  a  start, 
By  accumulating  wisdom 

In  the  scrap-book  of  your  heart. 
Do  not  waste  one  page  on  folly  ; 

Live  to  learn  and  learn  to  live. 
If  you  want  to  give  men  knowledge, 

You  must  get  it  ere  you  give. 

Do  you  wish  the  world  were  happy? 

Then  remember,  day  by  day, 
Just  to  scatter  seeds  of  kindness 

As  you  pass  along  the  way  : 
For  the  pleasures  of  the  many 

May  be  oft  times  traced  to  one, 
As  the  hand  that  plants  an  acorn 

Shelters  armies  from  the  sun. 


No.  22.     LET  US  WORK. 

Key,  F.     Air--Toiling  On. 

LET  us  work  !     Let  us  work  ! 
There  is  much  we  must  do, 
That  the  many  may  prosper 
Instead  of  the  few  ; 


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So  that  he  who  produces 

Shall  also  enjoy 
The  fruits  of  his  labor, 

With  naught  to  annoy. 

CHORUS. 
Come  along  !  Come  along  ! 

Join  our  throng  !     Join  our  throng  ! 
Let  us  work  and  think, 

Let  us  hope  and  pray, 
And  labor  till  the  work  is  done. 

Let  us  work  !  Let  us  work  ! 

With  our  minds  and  our  will, 
To  restore  peace  on  earth 

And  our  mission  fulfill. 
Be  not  idle,  but  faithful, 

For  wrong  will  not  right, 
Except  we  compel  it — 

Then  work  with  your  might. 
CHORUS. 


No.  23.     THEY  CALL  ME  A  TRAMP 

By  WENDELL  SCHIEL,   Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  1893. 

THEY  call  me  a  tramp,  and  I  can  not  deny 
That  my  feet  have  grown  calloused  and  sore, 
While  aimless  I  wander,  I  scarcely  know  why, 
Caring  little  for  what  is  in  store. 
Who  cares  if  my  bed  is  on  bare  mother  earth, 

And  my  pillow  a  weather-worn  stone? 
Nor  titles  nor  rank  can  I  claim  in  my  birth — 
I  am  one  of  the  millions  unknown. 

I'm  a  "  drawer  of  water,  a  hewer  of  wood," 

Or  would  be,  but  toil  is  denied  ; 
God  knows,  if  there  is  one,  I'd  work  if  I  could, 

Rut  my  brother  has  pushed  me  aside. 


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My  millionaire  brother,  still  clutching  for  more, 
Forces  me^with  strong  hand  to  the  wall ; 

He  can  still  buy  the  law,  and  with  that  crush  the  poor, 
Reaping  harvests  of  gold  as  they  fall. 

But  the  question  comes  home,  will  it  always  be  thus  ? 

Will  there  always  be  Master  and  Slave  ? 
Shall  the  rich  man  still  domineer — robbing  the  poor 

Of  all  happiness  this  side  the  grave  ? 
From  mountain  and  valley,  from  river  and  plain, 

From  the  depths  of  the  sea  and  the  sky, 
Come  the  answer  that  Justice  shall  triumph  again— 

A  New  Era  is  dawning  on  high. 


No.  24.     LONELY  HEARTS  TO  CHERISH 

THERE  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 
While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
There  are  weary  souls  who  perish 
While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 
If  a  smile  we  can  renew 

As  our  journey  we  pursue, 
Oh  !  the  good  we  all  may  do 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

There's  no  time  for  idle  scorning 

While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 
Be  our  faces  like  the  morning 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 
Oh  !  the  world  is  full  of  sighs, 

Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes  ; 
Help  your  fallen  brother  rise 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 

All  the  loving  links  that  bind  us 
While  the  days  are  going  by, 

One  by  one  we  leave  behind  us 
While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 


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But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  will  grow, 

And  will  keep  our  hearts  aglow 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 


No.  25.     LIVE  FOR  SOMETHING 

LIVE  for  something  ;  be  not  idle, 
Look  about  thee  for  employ  ; 
Sit  not  down  to  useless  dreaming, 

Labour  is  the  sweetest  joy. 
Folded  arms  are  never  weary, 

Selfish  hearts  are  never  gay  ; 
Life  for  thee  hath  many  duties — 
Active  be,  then,  while  you  may. 

For  the  heart  oppressed  and  weary, 

Drop  the  tear  of  sympathy  ; 
Whisper  words  of  hope  and  comfort, 

Give,  and  thy  reward  shall  be 
Joy  unto  thy  soul  returning, 

From  this  perfect  fountain-head  ; 
Freely  as  thou  freely  givest, 

Shall  the  grateful  light  be  shed. 


No.  26.     GENTLENESS  AND  MERCY 

IN  gentleness  reprove  ; 
In  love  alone  command  ; 
Prevent  the  helpless  orphan's  cry, 
And  be  the  widow's  friend. 


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When  anger  seeks  to  rise, 
Restrain  th'  impetuous  flame  ; 

Ne'er  let  thy  tongue  at  random  rove, 
To  blast  an  absent  name. 

Forever  scorn  deceit ; 

Think  well  before  you  speak  ; 
Whate'er  a  friend  in  kindness  gives, 

Respect  for  friendship's  sake. 

Forgive  where  goodness  bids, 

For  equal  pleasure  flows 
To  him  who  pardoning  mercy  finds, 

And  him  who  mercy  shows. 


No.  27.     THE  LAW  OF  LOVE 

TRENCH 


M 


AKE  channels  for  the  streams  of  Love, 
Where  they  may  broadly  run  ; 

And  love  has  overflowing  streams. 
To  fill  them  every  one. 


But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 

Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep, 
•That  blessing  from  above  ; 

Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have  ; 
Such  is  the  law  of  Love. 


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No.  28.     SCATTER  SEEDS  OF  KINDNESS 

LET  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams, 
Lying  all  around  our  path  ; 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses, 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff. 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day, 
With  a  patient  hand  removing 
All  the  briars  from  the  way. 

|| :  Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness,  :|| 
Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness, 
For  our  reaping  by-and-by. 

Strange  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  is  flown  ! 
Strange  that  we  should  slight  the  violets 

Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone  ! 
Strange  that  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one-half  so  fair, 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. 

If  we  knew  the  baby  fingers, 

Pressed  against  the  window-pane, 
Would  be  cold  and  stiff  to-morrow — 

Never  trouble  us  again— 
Would  the  bright  eyes  of  our  darling 

Catch  the  frown  upon  our  brow? 
Would  the  prints  of  rosy  fingers 

Vex  us  then  as  they  do  now? 

Ah  !  those  little  ice-cold  fingers, 

How  they  point  our  memories  back 
To  the  hasty  words  and  actions 

Strewn  along  our  backward'  track  ! 
How  those  little  hands  remind  us, 

As  in  snowy  grace  they  lie, 
Not  to  scatter  thorns — but  roses— 

For  our  reaping  by-and-by. 


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No.  29.     OUR  ANGEL  SIDE 

NAOMI 

THERE'S  good  in  everything  we  view, 
The  truth  we  none  can  hide, 
In  ev'ry  heart  there's  goodness  too  ; 
"  We've  all  our  angel  side." 

Although  from  sight  it  may  be  hid 

By  worldliness  and  pride, 
'Twill  show  itself  when  it  is  bid, 

This  same  sweet  "angel  side." 

There  never  yet  was  found  a  heart 

Where  virtue  all  had  died  ; 
'Twas  lurking  in  some  unseen  part, 

"  We've  all  our  angel  side." 


No.  30.     LITTLE  WORDS  OF  KINDNESS 

LITTLE  words  of  kindness, 
Whispered  soft  and  low— 
With  a  thrill  of  gladness 
To  the  heart  they  go, 
Lighting  up  the  darkness 

With  a  cheering  ray  ; 
Changing  heavy  sadness 
To  the  light  of  day. 

Little  words  of  kindness 

Do  a  work  of  love, 
Though  no  hand  records  them, 

All  their  worth  to  prove — 
They  whose  words  of  pity 

Dry  the  mourner's  tears, 
Have  a  lasting  blessing 

Through  the  coming  years. 


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Little  deeds  of  kindness 

Heartily  bestowed, 
Help  a  fainting  brother 

On  life's  rugged  road. 
Little  deeds  of  kindness 

To  a  wandering  soul, 
Like  bright  stars,  may  lead  him 

Up  to  manhood  s  goal. 


G 


No.  31.     GENTLE  WORDS 

ENTLE  words  fall  on  the  heart, 
Like  dew  drops  on  the  flower  ; 

They  chase  our  gloom  and  care  away, 
And  cheer  the  lonely  hour. 


They  bid  the  sinking  heart  still  hope, 

Revive  the  drooping  breast, 
And  point  the  weary  ones  of  life 

To  homes  of  peace  and  rest. 

Gentle  words  fall  on  the  heart, 

Like  music  on  the  ear  ; 
They  strew  the  path  of  life  with  flowers, 

And  dry  the  falling  tear  ; 

They  are  as  angel  whisperings, 
From  brighter  worlds  above  ; 

So  full  of  heavenly  hope  and  praise, 
And  sympathy  and  love. 


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No.  32.     WHEN  THE  MISTS  HAVE  CLEARED  AWAY 

WHEN  the  mists  have  rolled  in  splendor 
From  the  beauty  of  the  hills, 
And  the  sunshine,  warm  and  tender, 
Falls  in  kisses  on  the  rills, 
We  may  read  love's  shining  letter 

In  the  rainbow  of  the  spray  ; 
We  shall  know  each  other  better 
When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

CHORUS 
We  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 

Never  more  to  walk  alone, 
In  the  dawning  of  the  morning, 

When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

If  we  err  in  human  blindness, 

And  forget  that  we  are  dust ; 
If  we  miss  the  law  of  kindness 

When  we  struggle  to  be  just ; 
Snowy  wings  of  peace  shall  cover 

All  the  plain  that  hides  away, 
When  the  weary  watch  is  over 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 
CHORUS 


No.  33.     THE  BEAUTIFUL  RIVER 

SHALL  we  gather  at  the  river, 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod, 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 

Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 

CHORUS 

Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 
The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — 
Gather  with  our  loved  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 


26 


Un  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day. 

CHORUS. 
Yes,  we'll  gather,  etc. 


No.  34.     HOME  OF  THE  SOUL 

WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land, 
The  far  away  home  of  the  soul, 
Were  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering  strand, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 
While  the  years,  etc. 

0,  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  my  visions  and  dreams 

Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see  : 
'Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  veil  intervenes 

Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

Between  the  fair  city,  etc. 


No.  35.     NEARER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 


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Tho'  like  a  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  comes  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 


No.  36.     THE  SWEET  BY  AND  BY 


T 


HERE'S  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar. 

For  the  angels  wait  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling  place  there. 


R 


CHORUS 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  will  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  will  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore, 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 

CHORUS 


No.  37.     REJOICE  AND  BE  GLAD 

EJOICE  and  be  glad,  for  the  spirits  have  come, 
From  the  darkness  of  death  they  have  lighted  our 
home. 


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CHORUS 

Sing  the  story  !  hallelujah  !  sing  the  story  to  men. 
Sing  the  story  !  hallelujah  !  repeat  it  again. 

Oh,  dark  was  the  way  o'er  the  river  of  death, 
'Till  the  knowledge  was  brought  us  to  quicken  our  faith. 
CHORUS 

The  gateway  of  death  now  is  lit  by  your  love, 
And  life  is  less  toilsome  as  onward  we  move. 

CHORUS 


No.  38.     LAND  OF  PURE  DELIGHT 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  , 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 


No.  39.     HOME  OVER  THERE 


o 


H,  think  of  the  home  over  there, 

By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light ! 
Where  the  saints,  all  immortal  and  fair, 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 

Over  there,  over  there  ; 

Oh  !  think  of  a  home  over  there.  :|| 


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Oh  !  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 
Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod  ! 

Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God  ! 

Over  there,  over  there. 
Oh  think  of  the  friends  over  there.  :|| 


No.  40.     COME,  GENTLE  SPIRITS 

Air--Ortonville. 

COME,  gentle  spirits,  to  us  now, 
Look  on  with  tender  eyes  : 
Touch  your  soft  hands  upon  each  brow. 
Sweet  spirits  from  the  skies. 

Come,  from  your  homes  of  perfect  light, 
Come,  from  your  silvery  streams  ; 

Come,  from  your  scenes  of  joy  more  bright 
Than  we  e'er  know  in  dreams. 

They  come,  and  night  is  no  more  night. 

Pale  sorrow's  reign  is  o'er  ; 
For  death  is  but  a  gate  of  light, 

And  gloomy  now  no  more. 


No.  41.     A  PRAYER 

'OME  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
'     With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


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No.  42.     CELESTIAL  GREETINGS 

Gospel  Hymns  No.  29. 

PEACE  be  thine,  the  angels  greet  thee, 
Kindred  spirit,  welcome  here  ! 
In  their  blissful  calm  they  meet  thee — 
Shed  abroad  their  loving  sphere. 
Enter,  then,  the  sacred  portals  ; 

Here  thy  heart's  pure  homage  pay  ; 
For  the  beautiful  immortals 
Worship  in  our  midst  to-day. 

With  us  all  the  meeked-voiced  angels 

Reverent  and  adoring  stand, 
While  we  hear  divine  evangels 

From  the  soul's  great  fatherland. 
Oh  !  though  sorrow's  chain  hath  bound  us, 

All  our  griefs  shall  pass  away, 
For  the  Father's  hand  hath  crowned  us 

In  his  glorious  courts  to-day. 


No.  43.     WE'LL  MEET  BEYOND  THE  RIVER 

SHALL  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul. 

CHORUS 

Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 


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Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor. 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er, 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 

By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 
CHORUS 


No.  44.     SWEET  COMMUNION 

GEORGE  W.  SANFORD 


I 


N  converse  sweet  once  more  we  meet 
With  friends  on  earth  we  dearly  love, 

Nor  deem  our  happiness  complete 
Without  a  thought  of  those  above. 


Not  thoughts  that  would  reflect  in  pain 
And  fill  our  eyes  with  scalding  tears  ; 

Nor  would  we  wish  them  back  again 
To  dwell  with  us  a  few  short  years. 

Not  thoughts  of  grief,  nor  yet  of  fear, 
But  thoughts  of  love  we  would  impart ; 

Methinks  we  feel  their  presence  near, 

And  heart  once  more  communes  with  heart. 


No.  45.     GREETING  SONG  PROM  SPIRIT  FRIENDS 

E  come  our  tuneful  chorus  blending, 
With  joy  to  greet  our  friends  tonight  ; 

To  fill  with  love  each  golden  moment, 
That  speeds  on  airy  pinions  bright. 

CHORUS 

We  come  tonight  with  melody  to  greet  you, 
And  sing  to  friends  a  joyous  welcome  here. :  11 


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We  come  to  fill  your  hearts  with  gladness, 
And  chase  the  clouds  of  care  away, 

To  bring  in  all  their  beauty  smiling, 
The  hopes  of  many  a  by-gone  day. 

CHORUS 

Tis  music  wakes  our  purest  feelings, 
And  brightens  all  our  path  below, 

Her  choral  strains  the  first  to  greet  us, 
In  yon  fair  world  to  which  we  go. 

CHORUS 


No.  46.     IF  I  WERE  A  VOICE 

CHARLES  MACKAY 

IF  I  were  a  Voice — a  persuasive  Voice— 
That  could  travel  the  wide  world  through, 
I  would  fly  on  the  beams  of  the  morning  light, 
And  speak  to  them  with  a  gentle  might, 

And  tell  them  to  be  true. 
I'd  fly,  I'd  fly  o'er  land  and  sea, 
Wherever  a  human  heart  might  be, 
Telling  a  tale,  or  singing  a  song, 
In  praise  of  the  Right — in  blame  of  the  Wrong. 

If  I  were  a  Voice — a  consoling  Voice — 

I'd  fly  on  the  wings  of  air  ; 
The  homes  of  Sorrow  and  Guilt  I'd  seek, 
And  calm  and  truthful  words  I'd  speak, 

To  save  them  from  Despair. 
I'd  fly,  I'd  fly  o'er  the  crowded  town, 
And  drop  like  the  happy  sunlight,  down 
Into  the  hearts  of  suffering  men. 
And  teach  them  to  rejoice  again. 


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If  I  were  a  Voice — a  controlling  Voice — 

I'd  travel  with  the  wind  ; 
And  whenever  I  saw  the  nations  torn, 

By  warfare,  jealousy,  or  scorn, 
Or  hatred  of  their  kind, 

I'd  fly,  I'd  fly  on  the  thunder  crash, 
And  into  their  blinded  bosoms  flash, 

And  all  their  evil  thoughts  subdued, 
I'd  teach  them  Human  Brotherhood. 

If  I  were  a  Voice — a  pervading  Voice— 

I'd  seek  the  kings  of  earth  ; 
I'd  find  them  alone  on  their  beds  at  night, 

And  whisper  words  that  would  guide  them  right- 
Lessons  of  priceless  worth. 

I'd  fly  more  swift  than  the  swiftest  bird, 
And  tell  them  things  they  never  heard — 

Truths  which  the  ages  for  aye  repeat, 
Unknown  to  the  statesmen  at  their  feet. 

If  I  were  a  Voice — an  immortal  Voice — 

I'd  speak  in  the  people's  ear ; 
And,  whenever  they  shouted  "Liberty/' 

Without  deserving  to  be  free, 
I'd  make  their  errors  clear. 

I'd  fly,  I'd  fly  on  the  wings  of  day, 
Rebuking  wrong  on  my  world-wide  way, 

And  make,  make  all  the  earth  rejoice — 
If  I  were  a  Voice — an  immortal  Voice— 


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PART     SECOND 


CLASSIFIED  READINGS 

GENERAL  READINGS  IN  THE  HIGHER  THOUGHT  AND  THE 
HIGHER  LIFE. 

No.  1. 

Outline  Statement  of  Beliefs,  Sentiments  and  Ideals  Charac 
terizing  the  Contents  of  this  Work. 

I  BELIEVE  in  the  Supreme  Being,  the  All-Highest  Power 
•1  and  Intelligence,  animating,  directing,  constituting 
and  infilling  all  things  with  Wisdom  of  Design  and  Be 
nevolence  of  Purpose ;  incomprehensible,  but  compre 
hending  All ;  and  whose  Character  is  made  known  only  so 
far  as  it  is  manifested  in  the  laws,  objects,  and  operations 
of  Nature  and  the  phenomena  of  the  Material  and  Spirit 
ual  Universe. 

I  believe  that  in  the  Higher  Attributes  of  this  Supreme 
Being  is  embodied  the  Ideal  Perfect  to  be  aspired  to  for 
moral  and  spiritual  growth,  exaltation  and  true  happiness  ; 
and  that  the  means  and  methods  of  this  aspiration  are  the 
Contemplation,  practice  and  enjoyment  of  "  the  True,  the 
Beautiful  and  the  Good,"  in  Nature  and  in  Art,  in  Silence 
or  in  Song,  alone  or  in  communion  with  kindred  minds. 

I  believe  in  the  Continuity  of  Life,  a  demonstrated  im- 


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mortality,  the  curability  of  evil,  the  eternity  of  Good  and 
the  infinity  of  Progress. 

I  believe  in  the  teachings  of  Experience,  the  Guidance 
of  Reason  and  the  Supremacy  of  Conscience  as  the  only 
true  Authority  for  the  Religious  Faith  and  moral  Conduct 
of  Mankind. 

I  believe  that  happiness  is  the  natural  result  of  Virtue 
and  true  wisdom,  and  that  misery  is  the  inevitable  conse 
quence  of  ignorance  and  vice. 

I  believe  that  the  increase  of  Knowledge,  the  prevalence 
of  true  Education  and  the  power  of  unselfish  Love,  and  kind 
ness  are  the  only  efficient  Saviors  of  mankind. 

I  believe  in  the  progress  of  the  Universe,  the  right 
eousness  of  its  Laws  and  the  final  triumph  of  Good  over 
Evil  for  the  whole  Human  Family. 

I  believe  in  the  Universal  Brotherhood  of  man ;  the  end 
ing  of  war  in  Universal  Peace  ;  the  ending  of  competitive 
strife  in  co-operative  harmony  among  men  ;  and  the  end 
ing  of  all  monopoly  by  giving  to  all  the  inhabitants  of  the 
earth  direct  and  equal  access  to  the  bounties  of  Nature 
and  the  blessings  of  Civilization  ;  that  is  to  say,  I  believe 
in  such  a  change  in  the  political,  social  and  economic  con 
ditions  of  human  life  as  will  make  the  golden  rule  as  pos 
sible  and  as  natural  as  it  is  now  impossible  and  unnatural. 

Finally,  I  believe  in  the  Universality  of  Truth  and  in 
the  utilizing  of  every  important  truth  and  principle  in 
every  line  and  every  cult  of  the  Higher  Thought  and  the 
Higher  Life. 

W.  C.  BOWMAN. 


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No.  2.     TWENTIETH  CENTURY  CREED 

ELLA  WHEELER  WILCOX 

R  thoughts  are  molding  unmade  spheres, 
And  like  a  blessing  or  a  curse, 
They  thunder  down  the  formless  years, 

And  ring  throughout  the  universe. 
We  build  our  futures  by  the  shape 
Of  our  desires,  and  not  by  acts. 
There  is  no  pathway  of  escape  ; 

No  man-made  creeds  can  alter  facts. 

Salvation  is  not  begged  or  bought ; 

Too  long  this  selfish  hope  sufficed  ; 
Too  long  man  reeked  with  lawless  thought. 

And  leaned  upon  a  tortured  Christ. 
Like  shriveled  leaves,  these  worn-out  creeds 

Are  dropping  from  Religion's  tree  ; 
The  world  begins  to  know  its  needs, 

And  souls  are  crying  to  be  free. 

Free  from  the  load  of  fear  and  grief 

Man  fashioned  in  an  ignorant  age  ; 
Free  from  the  ache  of  unbelief 

He  fled  to  in  rebellious  rage. 
No  Church  can  bind  him  to  the  things 

That  fed  the  first  crude  souls  evolved  ; 
For,  mounting  up  on  daring  wings, 

He  questions  mysteries  all  unsolved. 

Above  the  drone  of  creeds,  above 
The  blatant  voice  of  braying  doubt, 

He  hears  the  still,  small  voice  of  Love, 
Which  sends  its  simple  message  out. 


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And  clearer,  sweeter,  day  by  day, 
Its  mandate  echoes  from  the  skies, 

"  Go  roll  the  stone  of  self  away, 
And  let  the  Christ  within  thee  rise." 


No.  3.     LIFE  IS  WHAT  WE  MAKE  IT 

ELLA  WHEELER  WILCOX 

E  trouble,  I  think,  with  us  all, 
Is  the  lack  of  a  high  conceit. 
If  each  man  thought  he  was  sent  to  this  spot 

To  make  it  a  bit  more  sweet, 
How  soon  we  could  gladden  the  world, 

How  easily  right  all  wrong, 
If  nobody  shirked,  and  each  one  worked 
To  help  his  fellows  along. 

Cease  wondering  why  you  came — 

Stop  looking  for  faults  and  flaws. 
Rise  up  to-day  in  your  pride  and  say  : 

"  I  am  part  of  the  First  Great  Cause  ! 
However  full  the  world, 

There  is  room  for  an  earnest  man. 
It  had  need  of  me  or  I  would  not  be, 

I  am  here  to  strengthen  the  plan." 


No.  4.     JUST  THE  BEST  WE  CAN  ! 

ELLA  DARE 

HROUGH  the  passage  of  days,  and  the  passage  of  years, 
There  follows  each  other  the  motive,  and  duty  and 
plan, 


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And  though  terribly  tangled  with  doubts,  and  with  fears, 
We'll  conquer  them  all  if  we  do  "  just  the  best  that  we 
can." 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can  "  is  the  prayer  of  our  hearts, 
The  best  for  this  moment,  this  hour,  and  this  day, 

May  the  deed  that  we  do,  be  so  perfect  in  parts 
We  never  shall  wish  it  were  some  other  way  ! 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can  "  in  the  place  we  now  fill, 
No  matter  how  rugged  and  hard  is  the  place— 

How  it  hurts  us,  and  pricks  us — we'll  work  with  a  will, 
Till  the  glory  of  working  has  crowned  us  with  grace. 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can"  for  the  great  good  of  all, 
The  world  and  its  legions,  our  sharers  shall  be, 

For  the  "  many  in  one,"  is  humanity's  call, 
Arousing  the  races  of  earth  to  be  free. 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can  "  in  the  presence  of  wrong, 
When  harsh  words  are  said,  and  when  harsh  deeds  are 
done, 

There's  a  force  in  our  souls  that  is  silent  and  strong, 
A  conquering  strength  for  right  to  be  won  ! 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can,"  when  the  life-sorrows  come — 
The  parting  from  loved  ones,  when  hearts  are  so  sore, 

When  the  days  that  are  dreary,  drag  on,  one  by  one, 
When  hopes  are  all  gone,  and  joys  are  no  more  ! 

"  Just  the  best  that  we  can,"  for  we'll  look  for  the  light 
That's  shining  through  darkness  for  you  and  for  me, 

From  the  land  that  is  clear  to  the  soul's  inner  sight, 
Where  loved  ones  are  living  in  God's  liberty  ! 


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No.  5.     A  LEGEND 

has  come  to  my  mind  a  legend,  a  thing  I  half 
forgot, 
And  whether  I  read  it  or  dreamed  it— ah  well,  it  matters 

not. 
It  is  said  that  in  heaven  at  twilight  a  great  bell  softly 

swings, 
And  man  may  listen  and  harken  to  the  wonderful  music 

that  rings, 
If  he  puts  from  his  heart's  inner  chamber  all  the  passion, 

pain  and  strife, 
Heartaches  and  weary  longings  that  throb  in  the  pulses 

of  life— 
If  he  thrusts  from  his  soul  all  hatred,  all  thoughts  of 

wicked  things, 
He  can  hear  in  the  holy  twilight  how  the  bell  of  the  angel 

rings. 
And  I  think  there  is  in  this  legend,  if  we  open  our  eyes  to 

see, 
Somewhat  of  an  inner  meaning,  my  friend,  to  you  and  to 

me  ; 
Let  us   look   in   our   hearts   and   question  :   "  Can   pure 

thoughts  enter  in 

To  a  soul  if  it  be  already  the  dwelling  of  thoughts  of  sin?" 
So  then,  let  us  ponder  a  little  ;  let  us  look  in  our  hearts 

and  see 
If  the  twilight  bell  of  the  angels  could  ring — for  you  and 

me. 

No.  6.     THE  WORLD  IS  MINE 

MILES  MENANDER  DAWSON 

E  world  is  mine  to  live  in  and  enjoy, 
Is  mine  to  love  in  and  to  weep. 


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Is  mine  to  build  upon  but  not  destroy, 
Is  mine  to  labor  in  and  sleep. 

The  world  is  mine,  my  heritage  it  is  ; 
It  is  not  mine  alone  ; 

Who's  born  of  woman,  it  is  also  his, 
His  title  is  my  own. 

'Tis  more  my  own  than  were  it  given  me 

To  hold  in  undisturbed  repose, 
For  me  alone,  a  desert  it  would  be  ; 

Men  make  it  blossom  like  the  rose. 
And  whoso  will  not  for  my  title  fight, 

Must  likewise  his  resign  ; 
And  whoso  tramples  on  another's  right 

Abridges  also  mine. 


No.  7.     DRAWING  THE  LINE 

JOAQUIN   MILLER 

IN  men,  whom  men  pronounce  as  ill, 
*  I  find  so  much  of  goodness  still ; 
In  men,  whom  men  pronounce  divine 

I  find  so  much  of  sin  and  blot, 
I  hesitate  to  draw  the  line, 

When  God  has  not. 


No.  8.     ON  THE  TOP  OF  THE  HILL 

FLORENCE  SHAW  KELLOGG 

LIVE  out  on  the  hill-top, 
In  Truth's  glorious  light ! 
Drink  in  the  strong  sunshine, 
Nor  fear  for  the  right  ! 


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Tis  safe  in  God's  keeping  ; 

Do  thou  thy  brave  part, 
To  speed  His  swift  coming 

To  each  world-wearied  heart. 

Live,  live  in  the  sunlight ! 

God  meant  it  for  thee. 
In  the  warmth  of  His  love 

Be  thou  happy  and  free. 

The  way  may  seem  dark,  but 
The  light  shines  beyond 

The  shades  which  affiright  thee, 
Oh,  faint  heart  and  fond. 

Leave  fear  all  behind  thee, 
Let  thy  soul  have  its  way  ; 

Trust  the  God  of  thy  being 
To  lead  on  to  the  day. 

Trust  the  good  everywhere 

To  conquer  the  ill ; 
Pitch  thy  tent  in  the  light 

On  the  top  of  the  hill. 


No.  9.  WHEN  EVERYTHING  GOES  WRONG 

ELLA   WHEELER   WILCOX 

IT  is  easy  enough  to  be  pleasant 
*     When  life  flows  by  like  a  song, 
But  the  man  worth  while  is  the  one  who  will  smile 
When  everything  goes  wrong. 


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For  the  test  of  the  heart  is  trouble, 
And  it  always  comes  with  the  years, 

And  the  smile  that  is  worth  the  praises  of  earth 
Is  the  smile  that  shines  through  tears. 

It  is  easy  enough  to  be  prudent 

When  nothing  tempts  you  to  stray, 
When  without  or  within  no  voice  of  sin 

Is  luring  your  soul  away. 
But  it's  only  a  negative  virtue 

Until  it  is  tried  by  fire, 
And  the  life  that  is  worth  the  honor  of  earth 

Is  the  one  that  resists  desire. 

By  the  cynic,  the  sad,  the  fallen, 

Who  had  no  strength  for  the  strife, 
The  world's  highway  is  cumbered  to-day — 

They  make  up  the  items  of  life. 
But  the  virtue  that  conquers  passion, 

And  the  sadness  that  hides  in  a  smile — 
It  is  these  that  are  worth  the  homage  of  earth, 

For  we  find  them  but  once  in  a  while. 


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No.  10.     THE  UNSEEN  CORD 

ELLA    WHEELER   WILCOX 

HERE  is  an  unseen  cord  which  binds 
The  whole  wide  world  together  ; 


Through  every  human  soul  it  winds 
This  one  mysterious  tether  ; 

It  links  all  people  and  all  lands 
Throughout  their  span  allotted. 

And  death  alone  unites  the  strands 
Which  God  himself  has  knotted. 


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Howe'er  humble  be  your  lot, 

Howe'er  your  hands  be  fettered, 
You  cannot  think  a  noble  thought 

But  all  the  world  is  bettered. 
With  every  impulse,  deed,  or  word, 

Wherein  love  blends  with  duty, 
A  message  speeds  along  the  cord 

That  gives  the  earth  more  beauty. 

Your  unkind  thought,  your  selfish  deed, 

Is  felt  in  farthest  places  : 
There  are  no  solitudes  where  greed 

And  wrong  can  hide  their  faces  ; 
There  are  no  separate  lives ;  the  chain, 

Too  subtle  for  our  seeing, 
Unites  us  all  upon  the  plane 

Of  Universal  Being. 

No.  11.     RETRIBUTION 

IF  there's  something  that  you  know  about  a  brother, 
*     Something  spiteful,  something  hurtful  you  could  say; 
Then  I  beg  you  not  to  do  it, 
You  are  very  sure  to  rue  it, 
For  it  will  react  upon  yourself  some  day. 
The  injustice  you  inflict  upon  another, 
The  ingratitude  you  show  unto  a  friend, 
Don't  forget,  on  some  to-morrow 
Will  return  to  you  in  sorrow — 
All  will  be  paid  with  interest  in  the  end. 

Don't  imagine  you  can  shirk  a  retribution  ; 
Do  not  think  you  can  escape  a  moral  debt, 
He  who  tramples  on  his  neighbor, 
He  who  grinds  the  face  of  labor, 


Can  but  reap  a  bitter  harvest  of  regret. 
You  may  seek  in  craven  fear  for  absolution, 
But  your  selfishness  will  render  it  in  vain  ; 
If  you  think  but  of  evasion, 
For  the  evils  you  occasion, 
You  will  find  the  pain  you  give  returned  in  pain. 


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No.  12.     THE  TONE  OF  VOICE 
Youth's  Companion 

T  is  not  so  much  what  you  say 

As  the  manner  in  which  you  say  it ; 
It  is  not  so  much  the  language  you  use 
As  the  tones  in  which  you  convey  it. 

The  words  may  be  mild  and  fair, 

And  the  tones  may  pierce  like  a  dart ; 

The  words  may  be  soft  as  the  Summer  air, 
And  the  tones  may  break  the  heart. 

For  the  words  but  come  from  the  mind, 

And  grow  by  study  and  art ; 
But  the  tones  leap  forth  from  the  inner  self, 

And  reveal  the  state  of  the  heart. 

Whether  you  know  it  or  not — 

Whether  you  mean  or  care — 
Gentleness,  kindness,  love  or  hate, 

Envy  or  anger,  are  there. 

Then,  would  you  quarrels  avoid 

And  in  peace  and  love  rejoice, 
Keep  anger  not  only  out  of  your  words 

But  keep  it  out  of  your  voice. 


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No.  13.     ON  A  BUTTERFLY 

CHARLES   MUSCETT 

HE  loathsome  worm  that  curls  upon  yon  vine, 


Will  some  day  be  an  angel  butterfly, 
And  with  his  wings  of  aerial  shine, 

Will  gaily  mount  into  the  summer  sky, 
To  soon  forget  his  base  mortality, 

And  his  low  wanderings  in  the  dusty  sand. 
So  with  our  noble  spirits  who  withstand 

The  ills  of  fate — the  sorrow  of  the  years  ; 
Aspire,  but  to  virtue,  dust  behind, 

They  forward  mount  into  Celestial  spheres, 
But  all  forgetting  then  that  each  has  been 

A  mortal  worm  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 


No.  14.     IT  MUST  BE  SO 

'HAT  somehow  good 
Shall  be  the  final  goal  of  ill, 
To  pangs  of  Nature,  sins  of  will, 
Defects  and  doubts,  and  taints  of  blood 

That  nothing  walks  with  aimless  feet, 
That  not  one  life  shall  be  destroyed 
Or  cast  as  rubbish  to  the  void 

When  God  hath  made  the  pile  complete. 


No.  15.     WILL 

'V/'OU  will  be  what  you  will  to  be  ; 
^  Let  failure  find  its  false  content 
In  that  poor  word  "  environment," 

But  spirit  scorns  it,  and  is  free. 


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It  masters  time,  it  conquers  space, 

It  cows  that  boastful  trickster  Chance, 
And  bids  the  tyrant  Circumstance 

Uncrown,  and  fill  a  servant's  place. 

Be  not  impatient  in  delay, 

But  wait  as  one  who  understands ; 

When  spirit  rises  and  commands, 
The  gods  are  ready  to  obey. 

The  river,  seeking  for  the  sea, 
Confronts  the  dam  and  precipice, 
Yet  knows  it  cannot  fall  or  miss  ; 

You  will  be  what  you  will  to  be. 


No.  16.     BE  TRUE  TO  THY  THOUGHT 

PROF.    W.    DENTON 

LIST  to  thy  thought,  as  its  gentle  voice  greets  thee. 
And,  sternly  unshrinking,  obey  its  behest ; 
Heed  not  the  clamor  of  custom  that  meets  thee  ; 
Still  doing  thy  duty,  leave  Heaven  the  rest. 

Cherish  thy  thought ;  'tis  a  sapling  supernal, 
Transplanted  from  heaven,  to  flourish  below  ; 

Pood  fit  for  gods  it  will  yield  thee  eternal ; 
Neglected,  its  fruit  will  be  sorrow  and  woe. 

Live  to  thy  thought ;  be  the  model  God-given, 
Thy  guide,  as  the  soul's  walls  from  day  to  day  rise  ! 

Patiently  build,  thou  shalt  see  unto  heaven 
A  temple  of  beauty  in  grandeur  arise. 


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Trust  in  thy  thought ;  'tis  an  anchor  will  hold  thee 
From  drifting,  when  storms  of  adversity  blow  ; 

Compass  and  chart  when  night's  black  clouds  enfold  thee, 
While  steering  thy  bark  from  the  islands  of  woe. 

Utter  thy  thought ;  see  thou  lock  not  the  coffer, 

Thus  meanly  and  miserly  hiding  it  there  ; 
Out  with  it  boldly,  not  fearing  the  scoffer, 

As  bright  ns  the  sun,  and  as  free  as  the  air. 

Follow  thy  thought  ;  it  will  lead  to  the  mountain  ; 

Thy  soul  shall  then  bask  where  the  flowers  bloom  ever, 
Drink  blessed  draughts  at  Felicity's  fountain, 

Rejoicing  with  friends  that  no  future  shall  sever. 


No.  17.     OUTWARD  PEACE 

*HE  "  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men  " 
Of  which  the  Angels  sang  of  yore, 
Can  ne'er  be  heard  on  earth  again 

Till  all  have  plenty  in  their  store. 
But  strife  and  conflict  will  prevail 
Till  equal  rights  for  all  are  won, 
And  every  prayer  for  peace  will  fail, 
Till  wrong  is  dead,  and  justice  done. 

Thy  soul,  0  Justice,  now  is  stirred 

By  these  great  wrongs  that  yet  endure, 
And  though  their  end  seems  long  deferred, 

Twill  come  at  last,  though  slow  'tis  sure. 
The  reign  of  despots  all  shall  cease, 

Such  is  thy  fiat  and  decree, 
And  thy  dominion  shall  increase 

Till  all  the  world  shall  yet  be  free. 


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No.  18.     KINGDOM  OP  HEAVEN  WITHIN 
From  "  Peace,"  by  Filius  Lucis 

TO  the  obedient  and  the  ready  ; 
To  all  those  who  are  willing  to  understand  ; 

To  those  wandering  in  the  darkness,  and  unable  to  per 
ceive  the  Light: — 

Come  now,  and  listen  ; 

Come  now,  and  be  made  glad  ; 

Enter  now  into  the  revelation  of  Purity : — 

The  Master  is  not  perceived  by  the  senses, 

Not  comprehended  by  the  reason, 

Not  realized  by  argument. 

Not  in  the  hills,  nor  in  the  valleys  ; 

Not  in  the  earth,  nor  sky,  nor  any  outward  thing  is  the 
Master  to  be  found. 

Creeds  and  schools  and  books  cannot  contain  Him  ; 

He  dwelleth  within. 

Cease  from  thine  outward  search,  0  weary  one  ! 

Cease  from  thy  wanderings,  0  child  of  night  ! 

In  thine  own  heart  dwelleth  the  Master  ; 

He  is  pot  hidden  from  thee  but  by  thyself. 

The  Master  is  in  the  inward  Voice, 

The  inward  Light, 

The  inward  Peace. 

Behold  I  show  you  the  dwelling-place  of  the  Master,— 

It  is  a  purified  heart. 

He  who  hath  broken  the  bonds  of  self ; 

He  who  has  slain  desire  ; 

Whose  mind  is  quiet,  conquered,  and  subdued  : 

Whose  heart  is  calm  and  mild,  and  full  of  peace, 

He  hath  entered  the  presence  of  the  Master ; 

Unto  him  the  glory  of  the  Master  is  revealed. 

0  thou  who  criest,  and  receivest  no  answer ! 


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0  thou  who  wanderest,  and  findest  no  rest ! 

0  thou  who  searchest,  and  findest  no  Light  ! 

Bring  hither  thy  fainting  heart ; 

Bring  hither  thy  blindness  ; 

Come  and  listen  to  the  instruction  that  is  holy, 

And,  having  listened,  find  satisfaction  and  rest.— 

There  are  gods  many,  and  there  is  one  God, 

Even  the  All-One,  the  undefiled,  the  supremely  Perfect ; 

There  are  saviours  many,  and  there  is  One  Saviour, 

Even  the  supreme  enlightment  of  Wisdom  ; 

There  are  teachers  many,  and  there  is  One  Teacher, 

Even  the  glorious  revelation  of  Righteousness  ; 

There  are  Masters  many,  there  is  one  Master, 

Even  the  Spirit  of  Truth  ; 

And  God,  Saviour,  Teacher  and  Master  are  One. 

Plain  and  unmistakable  is  the  way  that   leadeth  to  the 

Master ; 

Overcome  thyself,  this  is  the  way. 
Purify  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  gaze  upon  the  face  of 

the  Master. 

Thou  shalt  become  one  with  the  Master, 
And  shalt  dwell  with  Him  in  Immortality. 
The  Master  waiteth, 
Yea,  eternally  waiteth  : 
Patience  is  His  name  ; 
He  departeth  not  from  Compassion, 
And  where  Righteousness  abides,  there  dwelleth  He. 
Hidden  is  He  in  Love  ; 
Come  unto  Love,  and  thou  shalt  find  Him. 
The  Light  of  Wisdom  envelopeth  Him  ; 
Purify  thine  understanding,  and  thou  shalt  know  Him. 
Who,  then,  shall  see  the  Master  ? 
Who  shall  comprehend  Him  ? 
Who  shall  dwell  with  Him  ? 


50 


Who  shall  hear  His  Voice  ? 

Even  he  who  is  of  a  pure  heart ; 

Who  is  gentle,  compassionate,  and  infinitely  patient  ; 

Who  returneth  meekness  for  anger, 

Love  for  hatred, 

Forgiveness  for  abuse, 

And  silence  for  condemnation. 

Clothe  thyself,  therefore,  in  the  Garment  of  Humility  ; 

Acknowledge  thine  errors  ; 

Even  thine  inmost  sins  ; 

Thus  confessing  thyself,  thou  shalt  find  the  Way  of  Love; 

And  finding  Love  thou  shalt  find  the  Master  ; 

And  finding  the  Master  thou  shalt  be  at  rest. 

Deny  thyself  ; 

Subdue  thyself ; 

Conquer  thyself  ; 

Let  not  good  will  depart  from  thee  ; 

Be  at  peace  with  all ;  yea,  even  with  the  beasts  ; 

So  shall  the  Highest  Truth  take  up  its  abode  within  thee  ; 

Unto  thee  the  Heart  of  the  Master  shall  be  revealed  ; 

Sorrow  and  suffering  and  fear  and  doubt  shall  flee  far 

from  thee, 
And  the  knowledge  of  Immortality  shall  fill  thy  heart  with 

peace. 


No.  19.     A  CHANGE  OF  HEART 

.1.  E.  M.  in  Mind 

I   REMEMBER  once,  some  three   or  four  years  ago,  I 
L   stood  on  a  lonely  beach  just  at  sunset.     The  last  of 
the  red  rays  were  setting  all  the  waves  on  fire  and  crim 
soning  the  side  of  the  sand  hills  behind  me.     There  was 


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hardly  a  breath  of  wind  to  disturb  the  waters  of  the  bay, 
and  everything  but  the  gun  on  my  shoulder  spoke  only  of 
peace  and  quiet.  I  stood  resting,  looking  out  over  the 
water  to  the  other  side  of  the  bay  where  the  hills  were 
fast  changing  from  a  sober  brown  to  a  rich  purple.  I  was 
completely  absorbed  in  the  beauty  of  the  scene,  when  all 
at  once  a  tern  sailed  slowly  in  range.  I  raised  the  gun 
and  fired,  and  the  poor  tern,  with  a  broken  wing,  fell 
whirling  through  the  air  to  the  water.  Wishing  to  end 
its  misery,  I  fired  another  charge,  but  that  fell  short,  and 
then,  my  ammunition  being  gone,  I  shouldered  my  gun 
and  went  slowly  back  over  the  sand  hills,  leaving  the  poor 
tern  to  float  back  and  forth  on  the  dark  water  and  utter 
its  mournful  cry.  In  the  morning  I  went  to  the  beach 
again  and  found  the  poor  creature,  half  alive,  half  dead, 
dragging  itself  upon  the  sand,  covered  with  blood,  and  its 
poor  broken  wing  hanging  from  its  body.  In  mercy  I 
wrung  its  neck.  Never  shall  I  forget  the  look  of  those 
deep,  shining  black  eyes,  that  seemed  to  ask  only  for 
death  and  relief  from  suifering  ;  eyes  that  soon  glazed 
over  in  death,  as  its  pretty  head  drooped  and  the  body 
became  limp  in  my  hand.  From  that  moment  I  quit  gun 
ning  forever. 

No.  20.     IT  IS  ALL  MINE 

LUCY   LARCOM 

I    DO  not  own  an  inch  of  land, 
*    But  all  I  see  is  mine — 
The  orchards  and  the  mowing  fields, 
The  lawns  and  gardens  fine. 

The  winds  my  tax  collectors  are  ; 
They  bring  their  tithes  to  me  ; 


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Wild  scents  and  subtle  essences, 
A  tribute  rare  and  free. 

And  more  magnificent  than  all, 
My  window  keeps  for  me 

A  glimpse  of  blue  immensity, 
A  little  strip  of  sea. 


No.  21.     KEEP  IT  BEFORE  THE  PEOPLE 

A.    J.    H.    DUGANNE 


K 


EEP  it  before  the  people: 

That  the  earth  was  made  for  man, 
That  the  flowers  were  strewn, 
And  the  fruits  were  grown 

By  the  great  Creator's  plan  ; 
That  the  sun  and  rain, 
And  the  corn  and  grain 

Are  yours  and  mine,  my  brother— 
Free  gifts  from  heaven, 
And  as  freely  given 

To  one  as  well  as  another. 

Keep  it  before  the  people  : 

That  man  is  the  image  of  God  ; 

Whose  limbs  or  soul 

Ye  may  not  control 
With  shackle  or  shame  or  rod— 

We  may  not  be  sold 

For  silver  or  gold, 
Neither  you  nor  I,  my  brother— 

For  the  land  was  given 

Like  the  life  from  heaven, 
To  one  as  well  as  another. 


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Keep  it  before  the  people  : 

That  famine,  and  crime,  and  woe, 

Forever  abide 

Still  side  by  side 
With  luxury's  dazzling  show  ; 

That  Lazarus  crawls 

Prom  Dives'  halls 
And  starves  at  his  gate,  my  brother— 

Yet  the  land  was  given 

To  man  from  heaven, 
To  one  as  well  as  another. 

Keep  it  before  the  people  : 

That  laborer  claims  his  need  ; 

The  right  to  the  soil 

And  the  right  to  toil, 
From  spurs  and  bridle  freed  ; 

The  right  to  bear, 

And  the  right  to  share 
With  you  and  me  my  brother  — 

Whatever  is  given 

By  God  in  heaven, 
To  one  as  well  as  another. 

No.  22.     CANST  THOU  NOT  TRUST  ? 

W.    H.   EDDY 


thou  not  trust  ?  Why  fret  and  why  repine 
Because  the  sequence  meets  not  wish  of  thine  ? 
Ages  have  traced  their  panoramic  flight, 
Night  followed  day  and  day  succeeded  night, 
And  years  on  years  succeeding  scenes  have  thrown 
On  earth's  grand  canvass  ere  thou  yet  wast  known. 
Canst  thou  not  trust  ? 


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Canst  thou  not  trust  ?   Then  why  essay  to  live, 
When  all  must  come  from  Who  hath  power  to  give  ? 
Thy  life,  thy  breath,  all  that  thou  hast  or  art, 
Come  from  that  source  of  which  thou  form'st  a  part, 
And  millions  found  therein  a  glad  supply 
Long  ere  the  earth  had  heard  thy  feeble  cry  ; 
Canst  thou  not  trust  ? 

Canst  thou  not  trust  ?   Then,  farmer,  hold  thy  hand  ; 
Disturb  no  more  the  quick  responding  land- 
Plant  not  the  seed  with  hope  of  harvest's  hour 
Of  sunshine's  quickening  kiss,  or  freshening  shower. 
But  hark  !   In  all  the  ages  gone  before, 
Each  annual  harvest  hath  out-poured  its  store  ; 
Canst  thou  not  trust  ? 

Canst  thou  not  trust  ?  Then  let  no  word  of  thine 
Go  forth  to  lift  thy  brother  to  a  place  divine  ; 
Grovel  in  dust,  look  downward,  come  what  may, 
And  heed  naught  but  the  sorrows  of  today  ; 
Yet  through  the  years  man's  glory  hath  been  wrought 
By  what  of  good  each  day's  sweet  life  hath  brought ; 
Canst  thou  not  trust  ? 

Canst  thou  not  trust  when  now  through  all  the  earth 
We  see  the  travail  of  a  mighty  birth  ; 
Oppression  tottering  on  its  downward  fall, 
And  Justice  sounding  forth  her  trumpet  call, 
And  Peace  her  snowy  pinions  spreading  o'er, 
And  Love  stands  pleading  that  man  war  no  more  ; 
Canst  thou  not  trust  ? 

Canst  thou  not  trust  when  hope  illumes  the  way 
And  Faith  points  ever  to  the  brightening  day  ? 
Yes,  thou  canst  trust,  for  all  is  safe  and  sure  ; 
Time's  march  is  ever  upward,  strong,  secure. 


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For  one  grand  thought  are  all  our  thoughts  arrayed- 
In  one  grand  anthem  all  our  parts  are  played — 
And  thou  canst  trust. 


No.  23.     YOU  AND  TODAY 

ELLA    WHEELER   WILCOX 

\\/ITH  every  rising  of  the  sun, 

Think  of  your  life  as  just  begun. 

The  past  has  shrived  and  buried  deep 
All  yesterdays  ;  there  let  them  sleep — 

Nor  seek  to  summon  back  one  ghost 
Of  that  innumerable  host. 

Concern  yourself  with  but  today, 
Woo  it,  and  teach  it  to  obey 

Your  will  and  wish.     Since  time  began, 
Today  has  been  the  friend  of  man  ; 

But,  in  his  blindness  and  his  sorrow, 
He  looks  to  yesterday  and  tomorrow. 

You  and  today  !  a  soul  sublime, 

And  the  great  pregnant  hour  of  time, 

With  God  Himself  to  bind  the  twain  ! 
Go  forth,  I  say,  attain,  attain. 

No.  24.     REALITY 
ROBERT  LOVEMAN  in  Ainslie's  Magazine. 

WHAT  care  I  for  caste  or  creed  ? 
It  is  the  deed,  it  is  the  deed  ; 
What  for  class  or  what  for  clan  ? 
It  is  the  man,  it  is  the  man  ; 


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Heirs  of  love,  and  joy,  and  woe, 
Who  is  high,  and  who  is  low  ? 

Mountain,  valley,  sky  and  sea, 
Are  for  all  Humanity. 

What  care  I  for  robe  or  stole  ? 

It  is  the  soul,  it  is  the  soul : 
What  for  crown  or  what  for  crest  ? 

It  is  the  heart  within  the  breast ; 
It  is  the  faith,  it  is  the  hope, 

It  is  the  struggle  up  the  slope, 
It  is  the  brain  and  eye  to  see 

One  God  and  one  humanity. 


No.  25.     HUMANITY  IS  ONE 

SIR  LEWIS  MORRIS 

'T^HERE  shall  come  from  out  this  noise  of  strife  and 
groaning 

A  broader  and  a  juster  brotherhood, 
A  deep  equality  of  aim,  postponing 

All  selfish  seeking  to  the  general  good. 
There  shall  come  a  time  when  each  shall  to  another 

Be  as  Christ  would  have  him,  brother  unto  brother. 

There  shall  come  a  time  when  brotherhood  grows  stronger 
Than  the  narrow  bounds  which  now  distract  the  world  ; 

When  cannons  roar  and  trumpets  blare  no  longer, 
And  ironclads  rust  and  battle  flags  are  furled  ; 

When  bars  of  creed  and  speech  and  race  which  sever, 
Shall  be  fused  in  one  humanity  forever. 


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No.  26.     THE  NEW  SPIRITUAL  DAY 
Philadelphia  Journal 

IT  has  not  only  dawned  upon  the  world,  but  we  are  ac- 
*  tually  realizing  some  of  its  glorious  benefits.  The 
power  of  creeds  and  dogmas,  which  has  for  ages  enthralled 
mankind,  is  passing  into  oblivion,  and  freedom  is  fast  per 
meating  every  nation,  kindred,  people  and  tongue  on  this 
globe. 

As  the  new  era  advances,  its  "  morning  stars  sing  to 
gether,"  and  its  "  sons  of  God  shout  for  joy,"  as  it  was 
recorded  they  did  at  the  birth  of  a  former  era.  The 
beaming  star  of  hope  gilds  the  horizon,  and  the  sun  of  the 
new  day  sheds  its  brilliant  light  over  a  world,  driving  out 
fear,  and  bidding  superstition  depart,  together  with  all 
tyranny  and  oppression. 

The  mountain  tops  of  thought  and  a  disenthralled  hu 
manity  are  bathed  with  effulgence,  and  the  hills  and  valleys 
reverberate  with  songs  of  joy  which  ascend  to  heaven 
from  the  denizens  of  the  twentieth  century — because  of 
their  awakening  to  new  life,  with  new  conditions,  new  op 
portunities  and  new  responsibilities,  in  the  new  era,  so 
long  hoped  for,  sung  about,  and  earnestly  expected  by  our 
grand  sires,  but  never  realized  in  any  previous  century. 

The  new  spiritual  day  is  here. 

No.  27.     COMRADESHIP 

WALT   WHITMAN 

COME,  I  will  make  the  continent  indissoluble  ; 
I  will  make  divine,  magnetic  lands, 
By  the  love  of  comrades,  by  the  manly  love  of  comrades. 
I  will  plant  companionship  thick  as  trees 


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Along  all  the  rivers  of  America, 

And  along  the  shores  of  the  great  lakes, 

And  all  o'er  the  prairies, 

I  will  make  cities  inseparable, 

With  their  arms  about  each  other's  necks, 

With  the  love  of  comrades, 

With  the  life  long  love  of  comrades. 


No.  28.     ATTUNE  YOUR  HEART  LIKE  THIS 

LOWELL 

make  men  free  from  court  and  throne, 
Free  from  the  moneychanger's  greed, 
Free  from  hypocrisy  and  creed, 

Free  from  the  dreadful  lash  of  need, 
And  free  to  reap  where  they  have  sown  ; 

Free  from  earth's  scourge,  the  conqueror  ; 

Free  from  the  murderous  lust  of  war  ; 

Free  from  the  robber's  cry  of  more, 
And  free  to  have  their  own  ; 

Free  voluntarily  to  share 
Their  blessings  for  the  common  good  ; 

Free  to  each  other's  burdens  bear 
In  brotherhood  and  helpfulness  ; 

Free  in  security  to  live 
And  seek  the  blessing  of  content ; 

Free  in  the  freedom  love  can  give  : 
The  freedom  of  enlightenment ! 

To  make  men  free  !  It  is  with  me 
The  dearest  purpose  of  my  heart, 

That  I  may  know  and  do  my  part 
To  speed  the  cause  of  Liberty  ; 


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My  energy  and  life  to  be 

Made  consecrate  to  the  one  theme, 
The  single  purpose  and  the  dream, 

In  every  land  to  make  men  free — 
To  make  men  free. 


No.  29.     THE  DAWN  OP  PEACE 

JOHN    RUSKIN 

T)UT  off,  put  off  your  mail,  0  kings, 
And  beat  your  brands  to  dust ! 
Your  hands  must  learn  a  surer  grasp, 
Your  hearts  a  better  trust. 

Oh,  bend  aback  the  lance's  point, 

And  break  the  helmet  bar  ; 
A  noise  is  in  the  morning  wind, 

But  not  the  note  of  war. 

Upon  the  grassy  mountain  paths. 

The  glittering  hosts  increase — 
They  come  !  They  come  !  How  fair  their  feet ! 

They  come  who  publish  peace. 

And  victory,  fair  victory, 

Our  enemies  are  ours  ! 
For  all  the  clouds  are  clasped  in  light, 

And  all  the  earth  with  flowers. 

Aye,  still  depressed  and  dim  with  dew  ! 

But  wait  a  little  while, 
And  with  the  radiant  deathless  rose 

The  wilderness  shall  smile. 


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And  every  tender,  living  thing 
Shall  feed  by  streams  of  rest ; 

Nor  lamb  shall  from  the  flock  be  lost, 
Nor  nursling  from  the  nest. 


No.  30.     LIFE'S  ANTITHESES 

EDWIN   POOLE 

COLD  is  the  winter  wind,  that  o'er  the  river 
Comes  sweeping  on,  to  blight  the  flowers  we  cherished. 
Warm  is  the  breath  of  Spring,  the  new  life  giver, 
Restoring  to  us  that  we  thought  had  perished. 

Cold  is  the  wave  of  death  that  chills  the  features 
And  stops  the  heart  that  beats  for  us  in  love  ; 
Warm  are  the  waves  of  angel-love,  that  reach  us 
From  hearts  still  living  in  the  world  above. 

Dark  are  the  tempest  clouds  that  roar  and  threaten 
With  savage  lightning  bolts  life  to  destroy  ; 
Bright  is  the  rainbow,  in  its  sombre  setting, 
A  harbinger  of  safety  and  of  joy. 

Dark  are  the  clouds  of  sorrow  and  affliction 
That  shroud  us  in  habiliments  of  woe  ; 
Bright  is  the  peaceful  glow  of  benediction 
That  only  purest  love  can  e'er  bestow. 

Harsh  is  the  roar  of  waves  in  wild  commotion 
Hurling  their  mighty  force  'gainst  ship  and  shore  ; 
Soft  is  the  singing  lullaby  of  ocean 
WTafting  the  ship  that  brings  our  loved  ones  o'er. 


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Harsh  sounds  the  voice  of  the  death  angel,  calling 
Some  dearly  loved  one  from  our  household  band, 
But  soft  are  the  tones  of  sweet  affection  falling 
From  souls  triumphant  in  the  better  land. 

Bitter  the  hemlock  to  the  ancient  teacher 
As  'tween  his  lips  was  forced  the  deadly  draught, 
But  sweet  the  waters  of  immortal  nature 
Which  his  illumined  spirit  deeply  quaffed. 

Bitter  indeed  the  cup  of  heavy  sorrow 
That  lips  must  often  drink  while  here  on  earth, 
But  sweet  the  nectar  of  love's  bright  tomorrow 
That  ushers  us  into  immortal  birth. 

So  to  the  sense  of  vision  and  of  hearing, 

So  to  the  sense  of  feeling  and  of  taste, 

We  find  these  great  extremes  in  life  appearing, 

From  which  a  truth  can  readily  be  traced. 

Only  through  pain  can  love  attain  completeness, 
As  darkness  proves  the  wondrous  worth  of  light ; 
Through  bitterness  we  find  the  purest  sweetness, 
And  wrong,  defeated,  shows  the  power  of  right. 


No.  31.     LOOK  CHEERFUL 
Somerville  Journal 

NO  matter  how  depressed  you  feel, 
Look  cheerful ! 
A  gloomy  face  is  ungenteel, 

Look  cheerful. 

Nobody  cares  about  your  woes, 
Each  has  his  sorrows,  goodness  knows  ! 


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So  why  should  you  your  grief  disclose  ? 
Look  cheerful  ! 

Though  you  are  blue  as  indigo 

Look  cheerful ! 
You're  prettier  when  you  smile,  you  know, 

Look  cheerful  ! 

The  world  abhors  a  gloomy  face, 
And  tales  of  woe  are  commonplace, 
So  stir  yourself,  and  take  a  brace — 

Look  cheerful  ! 


NO.  32.     EASY  TO  CRITICISE 

ELLA   WHEELER   WILCOX 

¥T  is  easy  to  sit  in  the  sunshine 

And  talk  to  the  man  in  the  shade  ; 
It  is  easy  to  float  in  a  well  trimmed  boat, 
And  point  out  the  places  to  wade. 

But  once  we  pass  into  the  shadows, 

We  murmur  and  fret  and  frown  ; 
And  our  length  from  the  bank,  we  shout  for  a  plank. 

Or  throw  up  our  hands  and  go  down. 

It  is  easy  to  sit  in  your  carriage 

And  counsel  the  man  on  foot ; 
But  get  down  and  walk  and  you'll  change  your  talk, 

As  you  feel  the  peg  in  your  boot. 

It  is  easy  to  tell  the  toiler 

How  best  he  can  carry  his  pack  ; 
But  no  one  can  rate  a  burden's  weight 

Until  it  has  been  on  his  back. 


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The  up-curled  mouth  of  pleasure 
Can  preach  of  sorrow's  worth  ; 

But  give  it  a  sip,  and  a  wryer  lip 
Was  never  made  on  earth. 


No.  33.  ALL  FOR  ONE,  AND  ONE  FOR  ALL 

JAMES   G.   CLARK 

A  LL  for  one  and  one  for  all, 
•**•     With  an  endless  song  and  sweep, 
So  the  billows  rise  and  fall 

On  the  bosom  of  the  deep — 
Louder  in  their  single  speech, 

More  resistless,  as  they  roll, 
Broader,  higher  in  their  reach 

For  their  union  with  the  whole. 

Wheeling  systems  sink  and  rise, 

In  one  shoreless  universe, 
And  forever  down  the  skies, 

Myriad  stars  one  hymn  rehearse, 
Countless  worlds  salute  the  sun, — 

Planets  to  each  other  call, 
Ages  into  cycles  run, 

All  for  one  and  one  for  all. 

Kissed  by  sunshine,  dew  and  shower, 

Leaping  rill  and  living  sod, 
Sea  and  mountain,  tree  and  flower, 

Turn  their  faces  up  to  God,— 
And  one  human  brotherhood, 

Pulsing  through  a  thousand  lands, 
Reaches  for  one  common  good 

With  its  million  million  hands. 


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Through  all  warring  seas  of  life 

One  vast  current  sunward  rolls, 
And  within  all  outward  strife 

One  eternal  Right  controls,— 
Right,  at  whose  divine  command, 

Slaves  go  free  and  tyrants  fall, 
In  the  might  of  those  who  stand 

All  for  one  and  one  for  all. 

No.  34.     "AS  YE  WOULD  UNTO  OTHERS" 

CHATHAM   PLANET 

IF  I  could  see 
A  brother  languishing  in  sore  distress, 
And  I  should  turn  and  leave  him  comfortless 

When  I  might  be 

A  messenger  of  hope  and  happiness, 
How  could  I  ask  to  have  what  I  denied, 
In  my  own  hour  of  bitterness  supplied  ? 

If  I  might  share 

A  brother's  load  along  the  dusty  way, 
And  I  should  turn  and  walk  alone  that  day, 

How  could  I  dare — 

When  in  the  evening  watch  I  kneel  to  pray — 
To  ask  for  help  to  bear  my  pain  and  loss, 
If  I  had  heeded  not  my  brother's  cross  ? 

If  I  might  sing 

A  little  song  to  cheer  a  fainting  heart — 
And  I  should  seal  my  lips  and  sit  apart, 

When  I  might  bring 

A  bit  of  sunshine  for  life's  ache  and  smart — 
How  could  I  hope  to  have  my  grief  relieved, 
If  I  kept  silent  when  my  brother  grieved  ? 


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And  so  I  know 

That  day  is  lost  wherein  I  fail  to  lend 
A  helping  hand  to  some  wayfaring  friend  ; 

But  if  I  show 

A  burden  lightened  by  the  cheer  I  send, 
Then  do  I  hold  the  golden  hours  well  spent, 
And  lay  me  down  to  sleep  in  sweet  content. 


No.  35.     NOT  A  DREAM 

ANONYMOUS 

1— I OW  bright,  how  sweet,  this  world  would  be, 

If  men  could  live  for  others  ! 
How  sweet,  how  bright,  how  full  of  light, 
This  life,  if  justice,  truth  and  right 
Were  once  enthroned  ;  if  men  were  free  ; 
If  men  would  all  be  brothers  ! 

And  is  this  nothing  but  a  dream  ? 

Must  wrong  go  on  forever  ? 
Must  poverty  forever  be  ? 
And  selfish  greed  and  tyranny  ? 
Must  hate  and  strife  be  still  supreme, 
And  love  and  peace  come  never  ? 

No.     I  will  not  believe  it.     No. 

God  still  reigns  somewhere,  brother  ; 
Somewhere,  sometime,  the  race  will  climb 
Above  its  selfishness  and  crime  ; 
Will  gentler,  nobler,  happier  grow, 

And  men  will  love  each  other. 

The  morn  is  rising  soft  and  bright, 
The  way  grows  light  before  us. 


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Cheer,  brother,  cheer,  through  doubt,  through  fear, 
The  world  grows  brighter  year  by  year  ; 
And  fast  and  bright  a  day  of  light 

Will  spread  its  white  wings  o'er  us. 


No.  36.     NIGHT— A   PART  OF  NATURE'S  NEGATIVE 
POLE 

ELIZA   A.   OTIS 

NIGHT,  I  long  to  hide  myself  within  thine  arms, 
To  study  thee,  to  look  into  thy  wondrous  face, 
To  feel  the  soothing  glory  of  thy  many  charms, 

And  wander  ever  on  and  on  with  thee  through  space. 

How  measureless  and  vast  the  skies  ye  do  outspread, 
Starlighted,  planet-filled  their  wondrous  spaces  be, 

In  those  great  deeps  we  find  undimmed  above  our  head 
The  written  alphabet  of  God's  infinity. 

Oh,  were  it  not  for  thee  we  should  not  see  the  stars, 
The  blinding  glory  of  the  sun  but  hinders  sight, 

Shuts  out  infinity  of  space  with  golden  bars, 

And  holds  us  earth-captives  till  thou  dost  come,  0  Night. 

And  so  sometimes  doth  sorrow  like  the  night  unfold, 
Unknown,  infinite  deeps  of  God's  own  loving  care, 

Till  holy  Trust  doth  lead  us  from  Doubt's  barren  cold, 
And  light,  and  love,  and  faith,  are  round  us  ev'ry where. 

No.  37.     UNDER  THE  WHEELS 

J.   C.   COTTON 

Land  of  my  Fathers,  thou  home  of  the  blest  ! 
Thou  Gem  of  the  Oceans,  thou  Star  of  the  West ! 


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Thou  youngest  of  nations,  so  stalwart  and  strong, 
To  Thee  will  I  sing,  and  my  burden  of  song 
Shall  measure  in  cadences,  plaintive  and  low, 
The  burdens  of  men  as  they  come  and  go. 

The  burdens  of  men  in  the  unequal  strife, 
In  the  unequal  struggle, — the  battle  of  life, — 
How  they  toil,  and  labor,  and  bend  and  bow 
Under  this  load  of  the  here  and  now  ; 
Under  this  load  as  the  years  go  by, 
Under  this  load  'till  they  droop  and  die. 

Thou  Land  of  of  my  Fathers  !  Hast  thou  plenty  in  store  ? 

Hast  thou  corn  and  wine  and  fruits  as  of  yore  ? 

Hast  thou  clothing  and  shelter  enough  for  all  men, — 

Enough  for  thy  millions,  enough  for  All  Men  ? 

Then  why  do  the  burdens  heavier  grow, 

On  the  shoulders  of  men,  as  they  come  and  go  ? 

Then  I  asked  a  churchman  as  he  passed  along, 

If  he  could  answer  me  in  my  song  : — 

"  Why  are  the  Masses  so  scantily  fed  ? 

Why  do  the  children  go  hungry  to  bed  ? 

Why  should  they  suffer  by  night  and  by  day  ?"- 

But  he  piously  answered,  "Tell  the  people  to  pray." 

To  a  banker  my  song  I  next  unrolled, 
As  he  sat  and  counted  his  piles  of  gold  :  — 
"  Can  you,  good  sir,  my  riddle  expound, 
And  tell  me  why  in  this  land  are  found 
So  many  homeless  and  moneyless  men  ?"- 
"  Extravagance  covers  my  answer  for  them." 

My  song  unanswered,  I  turned  once  more, 
And  this  time  I  entered  the  College  door  ; 
For  surely,  I  said,  there  is  wisdom  here, 


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To  answer  the  riddles  of  Sphynx  or  Sphere. 
"  Good  sir,"  I  said,  "  will  you  kindly  tell 
What  is  it  has  made  our  earth  a  hell  ? 

"  What  is  it  has  robbed  the  Masses  of  home, — 
Robbed  them  and  turned  them  out  to  roam,  — 
Robbed  them  of  money,  of  shelter  and  food,— 
Robbed  them  of  everything  noble  and  good, 
Derided  while  living,  forgotten  when  dead."- 
"The  Masses  were  born  to  be  poor,"  he  said. 

To  the  merchants  and  doctors  and  lawyers  I  go, 
Seeking  the  cause  of  the  people's  woe  ; 
Hoping  to  fathom  the  secret  so  dread, 
That  murders  the  living  and  curses  the  dead  : 
The  answer  of  some  was  to  mock  and  deride, 
While  "  the  Levites  passed  on  the  other  side." 

In  silence,  I  turn  me  away  from  the  throng, 

Turn  me  away  with  my  riddle  and  song 

Unanswered  ;  the  secret  unknown  to  the  poor, 

Shut  out  from  their  vision,  barred  out  from  their  door ; 

No  anguish  will  help  them,  no  prayers  can  avail, 

Till  they  lift  the  dark  curtain  and  see  through  the  veil  ! 

But  at  last  the  veil  is  torn  and  rent, 

And  the  people  begin  to  see 

How  the  chains  and  shackles  are  forged  for  them, 

And  the  fetters  for  ankle  and  knee 

Are  shaped  and  fashioned  in  subtlest  way 

In  links  of  an  endless  chain 

That  holds  them  fast  in  the  grip  of  the  law,— 

And  they  mutter  and  clamor  in  vain  ! 

For,  under  the  Law,  and  over  the  Law, 
And  stronger  than  all  the  Law 


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Rolls  on  the  Juggernaut  Car  of  Gold, 

Rolls  on  by  the  help  of  the  law  ; 

Its  wheels  bespattered  with  human  blood 

Of  the  millions  under  them  crushed, 

Roll  on  in  horrible,  heartless  roll, — 

Their  rumblings  are  never  hushed  ; 

Nor  day,  nor  night,  for  months  and  years,— 

Long  centuries  come  and  go, 

And  still  the  Juggernaut  wheels  roll  on 

As  they  did  in  the  long  ago  ! 

On  the  walls  the  watchman   sitting,  through   the   long, 

dread  night  of  fear, 
Sees  the  faint,  gray  streaks  of  dawning,  where  the  morn 

should  first  appear. 

Long   he  looks,  he   looks  and  wonders,  wonders  if   this 

vision  dim 
Is  indeed  the  glad  forerunner  of  the  full-orbed  light  of 

Him 

Who  in  ages  past   hath  told  us  He  will  come  again  to 

earth, — 
Come   with  sickle  and  with  binders,  come,— but   not  to 

manger  birth  ; 

Come  to  gather  in  His  harvest,  "  of  the  least  of  these  His 

own," 
Come  to  claim  His  every  brother  and  His  neighbor  as  His 

own  ; 
Come  to  free  the  tired  captive, — shake  the  tyrant  from 

his  throne, — 
Come   to  reap  the  full   fruition   of  the  Harvest  he   has 

sown  ! 


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No.  38.     MAKE  YOUR  HEAVEN 
GEORGE  H.  HEPWORTH,  New  York  Herald 

THERE  can  be  no  heaven  without  a  heavenly  frame  of 
mind.  Your  environment  is  a  mere  detail  in  the  prob 
lem  of  happiness,  your  mental  attitude  being  the  element 
of  chief  importance.  If  you  are  overcritical,  oversuspic- 
ious,  uncharitable  in  judgment,  you  would  be  miserable 
and  would  deserve  to  be  miserable,  even  though  you  were 
enveloped  in  eternal  sunshine  and  lived  amid  tropical 
splendor.  On  the  other  hand,  if  you  are  generous  with 
your  sympathy,  helpful  because  you  find  satisfaction  in 
being  so,  and  have  trained  your  eyes  to  look  for  the  good 
rather  than  the  evil  in  the  world,  you  will  create  the  bless 
ings  for  which  you  pray,  and  impart  encouragement  and 
hopefulness,  even  though  the  sunshine  gives  way  to  shadow, 
and  the  air  you  breathe  is  misty  with  tears. 

Each  man  is  a  little  world,  and  he  governs  it  as  dictator. 
I  had  almost  said  that  each  man  creates  his  own  world, 
and  in  a  certain  sense  this  is  true.  Its  prosperity,  its 
contentment,  its  happiness  depend,  (and  I  say  this  with 
all  due  reverence,)  more  on  himself  than  on  God.  My 
meaning  is  plain.  God  has  supplied  all  the  material  for  a 
successful  career,  and  has  done  so  with  lavish  affection. 
The  mission  of  the  man  is  to  use  this  material  and  to  use 
it  in  the  right  way.  He  can  do  so,  or  he  may  refuse  to  do 
so.  He  is,  therefore,  master  of  his  own  destiny.  He  is 
like  a  workman  to  whom  an  architect  has  given  the  plan 
of  a  building  which  will  shelter  him  from  inevitable  storms, 
and  furnished  him  with  everything  necessary  for  its  con 
struction,  but  who  must  himself  do  the  work.  If  he  labors 
faithfully  he  will  soon  have  a  house  in  which  he  will  re 
joice  and  of  which  he  may  be  proud,  but  if  he  does  no 
work  he  will  have  no  house,  and  when  the  tempest  comes. 


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and  he  is  unprepared  for  it  he  must  not  say  that  God's 
favoritism  gives  all  to  one  and  nothing  to  another,  for  it 
is  his  own  fault  that  he  is  homeless.  .  He  has  had  the  abil 
ity,  but  not  the  inclination  to  provide  for  himself,  and  is 
simply  reaping  a  crop  from  the  seed  which  he  planted 
with  his  own  hand. 

If  you  want  heaven,  therefore,  you  must  make  it  for 
yourself.  You  can  render  life  very  hard  and  intolerable 
by  thinking  along  the  wrong  lines,  just  as  a  boatman 
makes  his  journey  hard  by  pulling  against  the  stream. 
He  who  has  the  habit  of  constantly  complaining,  who 
grumbles  because  things  are  awry,  but  does  nothing  to 
set  them  right,  whose  attitude  toward  life  is  that  of  the 
fault-finder,  can  no  more  be  happy  than  he  who  gashes 
himself  and  then  wonders  why  he  is  wounded. 

The  world  is  beautiful  to  him  who  looks  for  beauty,  but 
nothing  is  beautiful  to  one  who  insists  on  sitting  in  the 
shadow  and  brooding  over  the  ills  from  which  he  suffers. 
It  is  possible  to  be  wretched  in  the  most  fortunate  sur 
roundings,  and  equally  possible  to  be  serene  and  blest  in 
adversity  and  sorrow.  The  heart  and  mind  are  the  ma 
gicians  who  make  or  mar  our  lives,  and  the  outlook  of 
mind  and  heart  is  largely  our  product.  We  can  control 
them  both  to  a  very  great  extent. 

There  are  some  thoughts  which  it  is  as  fatal  to  cherish 
as  it  is  to  swallow  poison  ;  some  thoughts  which  produce 
spiritual  indigestion,  with  all  the  painful  consequences 
thereof.  They  are  to  be  avoided  as  evil  companions  are 
to  be  avoided.  You  have  no  more  right  to  indulge  in  them, 
in  a  world  like  this,  provided  as  it  is  with  every  oppor 
tunity  to  grow  godlike,  than  you  have  to  make  your  home 
in  a  dark,  damp  cave  on  the  mountain  side  and  declare 
that  your  fate  is  hard  and  there  is  no  sunshine  anywhere. 

I  like  to  believe  that  I  am  captain  of  the  ship  in  which 


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I  am  sailing  toward  eternity.  The  dignity,  the  grandeur 
of  human  nature,  is  worth  thinking  about.  You  are  not 
driftwood,  at  the  mercy  of  the  current.  You  have  the 
stars  above  you,  and  even  the  stormy  ocean  is  the  path 
way  to  heaven.  Faith  in  God,  His  wisdom  and  love  ;  faith 
in  the  Christ  as  the  expounder  of  a  philosophy  of  cheerful 
endurance  and  peaceful  resignation ;  faith  in  the  possibil 
ity  of  finding  in  all  experiences  a  stepping  stone  to  higher 
things  ;  above  all,  faith  in  that  immortality  which  will 
give  back  the  lost  and  provide  wider  spheres  of  usefulness 
to  the  ever  growing  soul — these  thoughts  will  make  us 
wealthy  in  spite  of  our  poverty  and  fill  us  with  that  se 
rene  joy  which  is  sometimes  hidden  beneath  a  sorrow. 
They  are  pearls  of  great  price,  and  they  are  within  your 
reach  if  you  will  make  an  effort  to  possess  them.  You 
can  darken  or  brighten  your  life  by  the  standpoint  from 
which  you  look  at  it.  This  life  amounts  to  nothing  unless 
you  can  see  the  looming  of  another  life  on  the  horizon. 


No.  39.     IMMORTALITY 

LORD   BACON 

I  KNOW  not  of  what  good  fate  my  thoughts  have  been, 
always  fixed  upon  things  to  come,  more  than  upon 
things  present.  These  I  know  by  certain  experience  to 
be  but  trifles  ;  and  if  there  be  nothing  more  considerable 
to  come,  the  whole  being  of  man  is  nothing  better  than  a 
trifle.  But  there  is  room  enough  before  us,  in  what  we 
call  eternity,  for  great  and  noble  scenes  ;  and  the  mind  of 
man  feels  itself  lessened  and  straightened  in  this  low  and 
narrow  state,  and  wishes  and  waits  to  see  something 
greater.  And  if  it  could  discern  another  world  coming. 


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on  this  side  of  eternal  life,  a  beginning  glory,  the  best 
which  earth  can  bear,  it  would  be  a  kind  of  immortality 
to  enjoy  that  prospect  beforehand,  to  see,  when  this  the 
atre  is  dissolved,  where  we  shall  act  next,  and  what  parts, 
what  saints  and  heros,  if  I  may  say  so,  will  appear  on  that 
stage,  and  with  what  lustre  and  excellency.  How  easy  it 
would  be,  under  a  view  of  these  futurities,  to  despise  the 
little  mops  and  honors,  and  the  momentary  pleasures  of 
mortal  life. 


No.  40.     PEACE 

JAMES   R.   TOWNSEND 

A  NOTHER  Christmas-tide  is  here, 
**•  It  bears  remembrance  of  a  day— 
To  human  senses  far  away— 
When  Peace  had  reign  through  all  our  sphere. 

When  Peace  had  laid  her  gentle  hand 
Upon  the  murderous  arm  of  State, 

And  bade  the  fierce  impulses  wait 
Fair  Shiloh's  landing  on  earth's  strand. 

And  we  have  heard  how  angels  sang 
When  once  the  howling  dogs  of  war 

Were  stilled— and  Discord's  deafening  jar 
Hushed  while  o'er  earth  the  heaven  tones  rang. 

Why  is  mankind  to  man  unkind  ? 
Why  e'er  unleashed  is  War's  fierce  pack 

And  set  to  yell  along  the  track 
Where  nations  speed  before  the  wind  ? 

Why  turns  the  ruler's  thought  to  strife 
And  deeds  of  war  and  clash  of  arms ; 


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Despising  fields  that  are  but  farms 
And  only  bring  forth  fruits  of  life  ? 

Ambition's  horizon,  how  small ! 
How  short  its  measure  is,  for  man  ! 

Who  knows  not  that  in  Nature's  plan 
The  sordid  and  the  gross  must  fall  ? 

The  better  art  of  life  is  peace, 
With  man  conjoined  for  useful  deeds  ; 

And  to  this  end  the  Christ  thought  leads — 
To  Wisdom's  rule  when  War's  arts  cease. 


No.  41.     THE  DAWN  OF  LIBERTY 

REV.   B.    FAY   MILLS 

HE  new  time  has  come  like  a  thief  in  the  night,  or  bet 
ter,  like  the  dawning  of  the  day.  With  little  herald 
ing  of  trumpets,  without  observation  by  many  of  the 
mighty  and  wise  and  noble  ;  silently,  irresistibly,  brightly 
as  the  morning  it  has  come.  A  new  term  in  the  universal 
formula  has  heen  discovered  and  is  forcing  on  us  a  new 
expression  of  religion,  education  and  politics,  and  a- new 
social  and  industrail  development.  In  this  dawn  it  is 
"  bliss  to  be  alive  ;  to  be  young  is  simply  heaven." 

The  new  term,  stated  in  philosophical  language,  is  Al 
truism  ;  scientifically,  it  is  called  Uniformity  of  Law ;  in 
social  expression,  it  is  Brotherhood  ;  in  politics,  Democ 
racy  ;  in  industry  and  commerce,  Co-operation  ;  in  educa 
tion,  Progress  ;  and  in  religion,  Love. 


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No.  42.     THE  VOICE  OF  THE  TIME 

CHARLES   MACKAY 

1-1  ARK  to  the  throbbing  of  thought 
*     In  the  breast  of  the  wakening  world  ! 

Over  land,  over  sea  it  hath  come  ! 
The  serf  that  was  yesterday  bought, 
Today  his  defiance  has  hurled — 

No  more  in  his  slavery  dumb — 
And  tomorrow  will  break  from  the  fetters  that  bind, 
And  lift  a  bold  arm  for  the  rights  of  mankind  ! 

Hark  to  the  voice  of  the  time  ! 

The  multitude  think  for  themselves, 

And  weigh  their  condition,  each  one  ; 
The  drudge  has  a  spirit  sublime  ; 
And  whether  he  hammers  or  delves, 
He  reads  when  his  labor  is  done  ; 
And  learns,  tho'  he  groans  under  penury's  ban, 
That  freedom  to  think  is  the  birthright  of  man. 

The  voice  of  opinion  has  grown  ; 
'Twas  yesterday  changeful  and  weak, 

Like  the  voice  of  a  boy  ere  his  prime ; 
Today  it  has  taken  the  tone 
Of  an  orator  worthy  to  speak, 

Who  knows  the  demand  of  his  time, 
And  tomorrow  will  sound  in  oppression's  cold  ear 
Like  the  trump  of  the  seraph  to  startle  our  sphere. 

Be  wise,  oh,  ye  rulers  of  earth, 

And  close  not  your  ears  in  vain  ; 
True  freedom  of  yesterday's  birth 

Will  march  on  its  way  find  rejoice, 
And  never  be  conquered  again. 


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The  day  hath  a  tongue,  aye,  the  hours  utter  speech ; 
Wise,  wise  will  ye  be  if  ye  learn  what  they  teach. 


No.  43.     A  SONG.     LABOR  IN  WANT 

CAN  you  give  any  reason  how  it  came  about, 
That  my  children  are  dyin'  for  bread, 
When  I've  worked  all  my  life  and  am  nearly  played  out, 

Tryin'  hard  to  get  somethin'  ahead  ? 
There  is  some  folks  I  know  of  that  hain't  done  a  tap, 

And  they  ride  in  their  carriage  and  four. 
And  have  got  so  much  wealth  they   don't  know  where 

they're  at, 
While  the  toilers  are  ragged  and  poor, 

CHORUS : 
Too  proud  to  beg,  too  honest  to  steal, 

I  know  what  it  is  to  be  wanting  a  meal. 
When  I  ask  for  work,  they  call  me  a  tramp, 

Or  say  I'm  a  "  Shabby  Genteel." 

When  they  foreclosed  the   mortgage  and  took   the  old 
home, 

It  was  sad  to  lay  mother  away  ; 
And  I  couldn't  keep  from  thinking  of  what  would  become 

Of  poor  Bessie  and  Bennie  and  May, 
For  I'm  getting  old  now,  and  my  work's  nearly  done — 

Upon  whom  will  my  darlin's  depend  ? 
Without  clothin'  or  food,  without  friends  or  home, 

Will  the  millionaire  care  for  them  then  ? 
CHORUS 


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No.  44.     BEFORE  I  KNEW 
New  York  Journal 

1I>  EFORE  I  knew,  I  was  so  gay, 

*-*  Life  seemed  one  long,  perpetual  May, 

I  was  so  gay,  I  was  so  glad, 

I  gave  the  world  the  joy  I  had. 

I  sang,  for  it  was  always  Spring — 

Joy  blossomed  out  of  everything  : 

The  earth  so  green,  the  sky  so  blue— 

Before  I  knew  !   Before  I  knew  ! 

Before  I  knew,  I  had  no  fear, 
For  heaven  was  always  strangely  near  ; 
I  laughed  or  sighed  the  happy  while 
And  nestled  in  my  mother's  smile. 
I  never  dreamed  that  life  was  sad  ; 
I  thought  God  made  us  to  be  glad  ; 
I  loved  the  world,  I  thought  it  true, 
Before  I  knew  !    Before  I  knew  ! 

Oh  !  laughing  light  of  sunny  Spring, 
Come  back  !    Come  back,  oh,  everything  ! 
Come  back,  my  childish  faith  in  man, 
Come  back,  the  lovely  way  I  ran  ! 
The  gay,  glad  heart,  the  simple  trust, 
(Whose  root  was  planted  in  the  dust), 
Beat,  grow  again,  as  once  you  grew, 
Before  I  knew  !    Before  I  knew  ! 


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No.  45.     A  TEXT.     GOD  WORKS  FOR  ALL 

GOD  works  for  all.     Ye  cannot  hem 
The  hope  of  being  free 
With  parallels  of  latitude 

With  mountain  range  and  sea. 
Put  golden  padlocks  on  Truth's  lips, 

Be  callous  as  you  will, 
From  soul  to  soul  o'er  all  the  world 
Leaps  one  electric  thrill. 


No.  46.  THE  STRUGGLE  FOR  FREEDOM 

A.    P.    BROWN 

\\  /E  are  living,  we  are  moving 

In  a  grand  and  solemn  time  ; 
Midst  the  marshalling  of  forces 
For  a  conflict  all  sublime. 

Institutions  old  and  sacred — 
To  the  trial  soon  must  come  ; 

Questioned  now  in  every  quarter, 
Questioned  in  the  church  and  home. 

Questioned  in  the  field  and  forest, 
Questioned  in  the  lecture  room  ; 

Questioned  by  the  high  and  lowly, 
Questioned  now  for  final  doom. 

Ages  dim  and  long  forgotten  ; 

Ages  ere  historic  time 
Saw  the  earth  in  preparation 

For  a  product  most  sublime. 


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Out  of  earth  his  every  atom  ; 

On  the  earth  his  mortal  life ; 
To  the  earth  his  dust  returning ; 

On  the  earth  his  loves  and  strife. 

In  the  midst  of  circling  planets 
Blazing  suns  of  ancient  birth  ; 

Head  among  the  constellations, 
Feet  forever  linked  to  earth. 

Watch  his  course  thro'  all  the  ages, 
Scan  his  works  and  scan  his  flights  ; 

Ever  seeking  evolution  ; 
Ever  climbing  higher  heights. 

Tell  me,  then,  besotted  tyrant ; 

Tell  me,  landlord,  hard  and  cold  ; 
Tell  me,  crafty  politician, 

Will  your  gyves  forever  hold  ? 

Not  much  longer,  not  forever 
Shall  your  incantation  hold. 

Pack  your  goods  and  vanish  ever, 
Leave  your  sheaving  of  the  fold. 

Free  in  thought  now  and  forever 
Free  to  use  our  mother's  land — 

This  is  what  our  mother  nature 
Planted  in  the  soul  of  man. 

Through  the  cause  of  evolution 
Through  the  ages  yet  to  be, 

This  is  pressing  for  solution— 
Only  this  can  make  men  free. 


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No.  47.     TRUE  NOBILITY 

CHARLES   SWAIN 

V17HAT  is  noble  ?— to  inherit 

Wealth,  estate,  and  proud  degree  ? 
There  must  be  some  other  merit 
Higher  yet  than  these  for  me  ! 
Something  greater  far  must  enter 
Into  life's  majestic  span, 
Fitted  to  create  and  centre 
True  nobility  in  man. 

What  is  noble  ?   Tis  the  finer 
Portion  of  our  mind  and  heart, 
Linked  to  something  still  diviner 
Than  mere  language  can  impart : 
Ever  prompting — ever  seeing 
Some  improvement  yet  to  plan  ; 
To  uplift  our  fellow  being, 
And,  like  man,  to  feel  for  man  ! 


No.  48.     LIFE  AND  LABOR 

FREDERICK   P.   STRONG 


though  the  Skies  be  gray 
Laugh  all  the  clouds  away  ; 
Life's  but  a  fitful  day  ; 
Evening  will  come  straightway, 
And  bring  repose. 

Gladly  then,  take  thy  share 
Of  the  World's  pain  and  care  ; 
Bravely  thy  burdens  bear  ; 


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They  shall  grow  light  as  air 
When  Life  shall  close. 

Amid  Earth's  mist  and  murk 
Powers  of  Darkness  lurk, 
Tempting  thy  Soul  to  shirk, 
And  to  neglect  its  work 
From  day  to  day. 

Be,  then,  in  Labor's  Van  ; 
Work  is  God's  gift  to  Man, 
Through  which  Creation's  plan, 
Like  a  vast  Caravan, 
Moves  on  its  way. 

Time  sweeps  our  lives,  like  straw, 
Into  Death's  hungry  maw  ; 
Yet  'tis  but  Nature's  Law, 
From  which  our  souls  shall  draw 
Lessons  of  Truth. 

Out  from  Earth's  darksome  night, 
Death  speeds  us  on  our  flight 
Upward,  through  Realms  of  Light, 
Home  to  the  Fatherland,  of  bright 
Immortal  Youth. 


No.  49.     THE  REFORMER 

JOHN   G.    WHITTIER 

A  LL  grim  and  soiled  and  brown  with  tan, 
**•     I  saw  a  Strong  One,  in  his  wrath, 
Smiting  the  godless  shrines  of  man 
Along  his  path. 


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The  church,  beneath  her  trembling  dome, 
Essayed  in  vain  her  ghostly  charm  ; 

Wealth  shook  within  her  gilded  home 
With  strange  alarm. 

Fraud  from  his  secret  chambers  fled 
Before  the  sunlight  bursting  in  : 

Sloth  drew  her  pillow  o'er  her  head 
To  drown  the  din. 

"  Spare,"  Art  implored,  "  yon  holy  pile  ; 

That  grand,  old,  time-worn  turret  spare  ;" 
Meek  Reverence,  kneeling  in  the  aisle, 

Cried  out—"  Forbear." 

Grey-bearded  Use,  who,  deaf  and  blind, 
Groped  for  his  old  accustomed  stone, 

Leaned  on  his  staff  and  wept  to  find 
His  seat  o'erthrown. 

Young  Romance  raised  his  dreamy  eyes, 
O'er  hung  with  paly  locks  of  gold— 

"  Why  smite,"  he  asked  in  sad  surprise, 
"The  fair,  the  old?" 

Yet  louder  rang  the  Strong  One's  stroke, 
Yet  nearer  flashed  his  ax's  gleam  ; 

Shuddering  and  sick  at  heart,  I  woke, 
As  from  a  dream. 

I  looked.  Aside  the  dust-cloud  rolled — 
The  Waster  seemed  the  Builder,  too. 

Up  springing  from  the  ruined  Old, 
I  saw  the  New. 

'Twas  but  the  ruin  of  the  bad— 
The  wasting  of  the  wrong  and  ill ; 


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Whate'er  of  good  the  old  time  had, 
Was  living  still. 

Calm  grew  the  brows  of  him  I  feared ; 

The  frown  which  awed  me  passed  away, 
And  left  behind  a  smile  which  cheered 

Like  breaking  day. 

Grown  wiser  from  the  lesson  given, 

I  fear  no  longer,  for  I  know 
That  where  the  plow  is  deepest  driven, 

The  best  fruits  grow. 

The  outworn  rite,  the  old  abuse, 
The  pious  fraud,  transparent  grown, 

The  good  held  captive  in  the  use 
Of  wrong  alone. 

These  wait  their  doom,  from  the  great  law 
Which  makes  the  past  time  serve  to-day, 

And  fresher  life  the  world  shall  draw 
From  their  decay. 

God  works  in  all  things  ;  all  obey 
His  first  propulsion  from  the  night. 

Wake  thou  and  watch  ! — the  world  is  grey 
With  morning  light. 


No.  50.     FROM  THE  CITY  STREETS 

JOHN   BOYLE   O'REILLY 

civilization,  so  they  say, 

And  it  cannot  be  changed  for  the  weakness  of  men, 
Take  care,  take  care,  'tis  a  desperate  way 
To  goad  the  wolf  to  the  end  of  his  den. 


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Take  heed  of  your  civilization,  ye, 

On  your  pyramids  built  of  quivering  hearts  ; 

There  are  stages  like  Paris  in  '93, 

Where  the  commonest  men  play  most  terrible  parts 

Your  statutes  may  crush,  but  they  cannot  kill 

The  patient  sense  of  a  natural  right. 
It  may  slowly  move,  but  the  people's  will, 

Like  the  ocean  o'er  Holland  is  always  in  sight. 

"  It  is  not  our  fault,"  say  the  rich  ones.     No, 
'Tis  the  fault  of  a  system,  old  and  strong  ; 

But  the  men  are  makers  of  systems ;  so 
The  cure  will  come  if  we  own  the  wrong. 

It  will  come  in  peace,  if  Right's  in  the  lead  ; 

It  will  sweep  in  storm,  if  it  be  denied  ; 
The  law  to  bring  justice  is  always  decreed, 

And  on  every  hand  are  the  warnings  cried. 

Take  heed  of  your  progress  !  its  feet  have  trod 
On  the  souls  it  slew  with  its  own  population  ; 

Submission  is  good  ;  but  the  order  of  God 
May  flame  the  torch  of  a  new  revelation. 

Beware  with  your  classes  ! 

Men  are  men,  and  a  cry  in  the  night  is  a  fearful  teacher; 
When  it  reaches  the  heart  of  the  masses 

Then  they  need  but  a  sword  for  a  judge  and  preacher. 

Take  heed,  for  your  juggernaut  pushes  hard  ; 

God  holds  the  doom  that  its  day  completes  ; 
It  will  dawn  like  a  fire  when  the  track  is  barred 

By  a  barricade  in  the  City  Streets. 


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No.  51.     WE  FORGET 

ADA    FOSTER    MURRAY 

O  many  tender  words  and  true 
We  meant  to  say,  dear  love,  to  you  ; 
So  many  things  we  meant  to  do, 
But  we  forgot. 

The  busy  days  were  full  of  care  : 
The  long  night  fell  all  unaware  ; 
You  passed  beyond  love's  pleading  prayer, 
While  we  forgot 

Now  evermore  through  heart  and  brain 
There  breathes  an  undertone  of  pain  ; 
Though  what  has  been  should  be  again, 
We  would  forget. 

We  feel,  we  know,  that  there  must  be, 
Beyond  the  veil  of  mystery, 
Some  place  where  love  can  clearly  see— 
And  not  forget. 

No.  52.     A  VISION  OF  JUSTICE 

JAMES   G.   CLARK 

I  SEE  a  mighty  feast  outspread, 
Where  gilded  lords  their  honors  wear, 
The  banquet  king  sits  at  their  head, 

The  guests  are  drunk  on  vintage  rare, 
And  far  below  on  every  side, 

No  more  by  cringing  fear  subdued, 
And,  murmuring  like  a  rising  tide, 
I  see  a  countless  multitude. 


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As  rivers  in  the  ocean  roll, 

All  tongues  and  races  join  the  throng, 
One  purpose  burning  in  each  soul 

And  on  their  lips  a  single  song. 
One  common  cause,  one  flag  unfurled, 

They  kneel  to  neither  kith  nor  clan, 
Their  country  is  the  round,  wide  world, 

Their  creed  the  brotherhood  of  man. 

The  feast  goes  on.    The  proud  rejoice  : 

They  hear  a  sound  of  distant  waves, 
And  think  it  but  the  torrent's  voice 

Complaining  through  the  highland  caves. 
It  is  no  mountain  stream  that  leaps 

Rebellious  of  its  rocky  bands  ; 
It  is  the  lifting  of  the  deeps, 

The  sinking  of  the  ancient  lands. 

Resistless  as  the  pulse  of  doom, 

The  ocean  swings  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  frightened  kings  flit  through  the  gloom 

Like  stars  that  fall  to  rise  no  more. 
The  high  sea  walls  of  caste  are  gone, 

The  pent  up  floods  their  chains  have  burst, 
The  toilers  face  the  golden  dawn, 

The  first  are  last,  the  last  are  first. 

The  old  goes  down.     The  new  ascends. 

The  sunny  isles  in  glory  rise  ; 
A  rainbow  o'er  the  deluge  bends, 

And  labor  curse  dissolves  and  dies. 
The  gods  of  gold  no  more  hold  sway  ; 

The  people  bow  to  truth  alone  ; 
And  He  whose  voice  the  tides  obey 

Remains  forever  with  his  own. 


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No.  53.     READING  FROM  HIGHER  LIFE 

I NSPIRE  me,  oh,  thou  fountain  ever  free 
*•  To  those  who  strive  to  grasp  immensity. 
Ye  waves  of  wisdom  sought  in  every  land, 
My  heart  inspire,  my  very  soul  command  : 
Enlarge  my  vision  and  my  thoughts  inspire, 
That  truth  may  speak  like  purifying  fire  ; 
That  deeper  knowledge  of  the  scenes  of  earth 
May  fill  my  soul  with  light,  and  thus  give  birth 
To  greater  wisdom  of  a  higher  sphere, 
Where  every  soul  must  for  itself  appear. 
Inspire  me,  then,  while  earthly  senses  sleep, 
And  in  abeyance  every  discord  keep  ; 
That  thought  and  word  may  glow  with  piercing  light, 
To  quell  the  gloom  of  superstition's  night. 


No.  54.     MY  COUNTRY 

ROBERT   WHITAKER 

J%/|  Y  country  is  the  world  ;  I  count 
*  *  *•  No  son  of  man  my  foe, 
Whether  the  warm  life  currents  mount 

And  mantle  brows  like  snow, 
Or  red,  or  yellow,  brown  or  black, 
The  face  that  into  mine  looks  back. 

My  native  land  is  Mother  Earth, 

And  all  men  are  my  kin, 
Whether  of  rude  or  gentle  birth, 

However  steeped  in  sin  ; 
Or  rich,  or  poor,  or  great,  or  small, 
I  count  them  brothers,  one  and  all. 


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My  flag  is  the  star-bespangled  sky, 

Woven  without  a  seam, 
Where  dawn  and  sunset  colors  lie, 

Fair  as  an  angel's  dream ; 
The  flag  that  still,  unstained,  untorn, 
Floats  over  all  of  mortal  born. 

My  party  is  all  human  kind, 
My  platform,  brotherhood  ; 

I  count  all  men  of  honest  mind 
Who  work  for  human  good, 

And  for  the  hope  that  gleams  afar, 

My  comrades  in  this  holy  war. 

My  heroes  are  the  great  and  good 

Of  every  age  and  clime, 
Too  often  mocked,  misunderstood, 

And  murdered  in  their  time, 
But  spite  of  ignorance  and  hate, 
Known  and  exalted  soon  or  late. 

My  country  is  the  world,  I  scorn 
Not  lesser  love  than  mine, 

But  calmly  wait  that  happy  morn 
When  all  shall  own  this  sign  ; 

And  love  of  country,  as  of  clan, 

Shall  yield  to  world-wide  love  of  man. 

No.  55.     THE  BLIND  DISCIPLE 

PRISCILLA   LEONARD 

ONE  knelt  within  a  world  of  care 
And  sin,  and  lifted  up  his  prayer  : 
"  I  ask  thee,  Lord,  for  health  and  power 
To  meet  the  duties  of  each  hour  ; 


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For  peace  from  care,  for  daily  food, 
For  life  prolonged  and  filled  with  good  ; 
I  praise  thee  for  thy  gifts  received, 
For  sins  forgiven,  for  pains  relieved, 
For  near  and  dear  ones  spared  and  blessed, 
For  prospered  toil  and  promised  rest. 
This  prayer  I  make  in  His  great  name 
Who  for  my  soul's  salvation  came." 

But  as  he  prayed,  lo!  at  his  side 

Stood  the  thorn-crowned  Christ,  and  sighed — 

"0  blind  disciple— came  I  then 

To  bless  the  selfishness  of  men? 

Thou  askest  health  amidst  the  cry 

Of  human  strain  and  agony, 

Thou  askest  peace,  while  all  around 

Trouble  bows  thousands  to  the  ground  ; 

Thou  askest  life  for  thine  and  thee, 

While  others  die  ;  thou  thankest  me 

For  gifts,  for  pardon,  for  success. 

For  thy  own  narrow  happiness. 

"  Not  in  my  name  thy  prayer  was  made, 
Not  for  my  sake  thy  praises  paid. 
My  gift  is  sacrifice  :  my  blood 
Was  shed  for  human  brotherhood  ; 
And  till  thy  brother's  woe  is  thine 
Thy  heart-beat  knows  no  throb  of  mine. 
Come,  leave  thy  selfish  hopes,  and  see 
Thy  birthright  of  humanity  ! 
Shun  sorrow  not ;  be  brave  to  bear 
The  world's  dark  weight  of  sin  and  care  ; 
Spend  and  be  spent,  yearn,  suffer,  give, 
And  in  thy  brethren  learn  to  live." 


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No.  56.     A  GOODBYE  IS  A  LITTLE  THING 
Me  Call's  Magazine 

A     GOODBYE  is  a  little  thing, 
**•     With  your  hand  on  the  door  to  go, 
But  it  takes  venom  out  of  the  sting 
Of  a  thoughtless  word,  or  a  cruel  fling, 
That  you  made  an  hour  ago. 

A  kiss  of  greeting  is  sweet  and  rare 

After  the  toil  of  day, 

And  it  smooths  the  furrows  plowed  by  care, 
The  lines  on  the  forehead  you  once  called  fair 

In  the  years  that  have  flown  away. 

Tis  a  little  thing  to  say,  "  You  are  kind  ; 

I  love  you,  my  dear,"  each  night  ; 
But  it  sends  a  thrill  through  the  heart,  I  find — 
For  love  is  tender,  as  love  is  blind — 

As  we  climb  life's  rugged  height. 

We  starve  each  other  for  love's  caress  ; 

We  take,  but  we  do  not  give  ; 
It  seems  so  easy  some  soul  to  bless, 
But  we  dole  the  love  grudgingly  less  and  less, 

Till  'tis  bitter  and  hard  to  live. 


No.  57.     WE  WANT  NO  KINGS 

O  where  I  will,  I  hear  a  sound 
Like  sullen  thunder  shake  the  ground, 
And,  as  I  listen  half  in  fear, 
The  sounds  swell  louder  and  more  near — 


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A  sound  of  protest  from  the  throngs 
Grown  weary  of  their  cruel  wrongs, 
Again  I  listen  thrilled  and  stirred, 
I  catch  its  purport,  word  for  word, 
As  loud,  and  louder  yet  it  rings— 
"  We  want  no  kings,  we  want  no  kings!" 

The  world  has  grown  too  wise  and  old 

For  monarchs  with  their  crowns  of  gold, 

And  commerce  has  too  many  ports 

For  noblemen  to  mince  through  courts. 

Humanity  has  grown  too  wide 

To  let  us  now  for  queens  provide. 

Too  weighty  issues  are  at  hand 

To  maintain  princes  in  our  land. 

And  thought  has  grown  too  bold  and  free 

To  let  us  longer  bend  the  knee 

To  any  man,  unless  he  fights 

For  justice,  truth  and  common  rights — 

The  rights  of  labor  to  its  hire — 

The  rights  of  toilers  to  aspire 

To  something  better  than  befalls 

The  beasts  of  burden  in  their  stalls — 

The  rights  of  all  paid  slaves  to  rise 

Against  all  crowned  monopolies 

That  rob  the  tiller  of  the  soil 

Of  honest  proceeds  of  his  toil, 

That  steal  the  poor  man's  flour  and  sack, 

And  grinds  him  till  he  buys  them  back 

At  twice  their  value  !     Down,  we  say, 

With  these  false  kings  who  rule  the  day, 

With  freedom's  voice  the  welkin  rings, 

"  We  want  no  kings,  we  want  no  kings  !" 


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No.  58.     WORK 

HENRY  VAN  DYKE 

LET  me  but  do  my  work  from  day  to  day, 
In  field  or  forest,  at  desk  or  loom, 
In  roaring  market  place,  or  tranquil  room  ; 
Let  me  but  find  it  in  my  heart  to  say, 
When  the  vagrant  wishes  beckon  me  astray, 
"  This  is  my  work,  my  blessing,  not  my  doom  ; 
Of  all  who  live,  I  am  the  one  by  whom 
This  work  can  best  be  done,  in  the  right  way." 
Then  shall  I  see  it  not  too  great,  nor  small, 
To  suit  my  spirit  and  to  prove  my  powers  ; 
Then  shall  I  cheerful  greet  the  laboring  hours, 
And  cheerful  turn,  when  the  long  shadows  fall 
At  eventide,  to  play  and  love  and  rest, 
Because  I  know  for  me  my  work  is  best. 

No.  59.  THE  GREAT  CHAIN  OF  PROTEST 

ELLA   WHEELER    WILCOX 

^•^HE  purpose  of  the  hour  is  vast, 

The  world  wants  justice  ;  it  demands 
United  hearts,  united  hands  ; 

The  day  of  charity  is  past. 

Men  have  outgrown  the  worthless  creed 
Which  bade  them  deem  it  God's  good  will 
That  labor  sweat  and  starve  to  fill 

And  glut  the  purse  of  idle  greed. 

They  have  outgrown  the  poor  content 
That  breeds  oppression.     Forged  by  pain. 
Mind  links  to  mind  in  one  great  chain 


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Of  protest  and  of  argument. 

And  by  the  hand  of  progress  hurled, 
This  mighty  chain  of  human  thought, 
In  silence  and  in  anguish  wrought, 

Encompasses  the  pulsing  world. 

And  he  who  will  not  form  a  link 
Of  new  conditions  soon  to  be, 
Ere  long  must  stand  aghast  and  see 

Old  systems  toppling  down  the  brink. 

They  cannot  and  they  shall  not  last— 
The  broader  impulse  of  the  day 
Will  gain  and  grow  and  sweep  away 

The  rank  injustice  of  the  past. 

More  labor  for  the  selfish  few, 

More  leisure  for  the  burdened  class, 
These  things  shall  surely  come  to  pass 

As  old  conditions  change  to  new — 

They  change  through  toil  and  strain  and  strife; 
Work  for  all  men,  for  all  men  rest, 

And  time  to  taste  the  joys  of  life. 


No.  60.     NEW  MEN  FOR  NEW  TIMES 

JAMES   RUSSELL   LOWELL 

1VJEW  times  demand  new  measures  and  new  men  ; 
*  ^  The  world  advances,  and  in  time  outgrows 
The  laws  that  in  our  fathers'  days  were  best ; 
And,  doubtless,  after  us,  some  purer  scheme 
Will  be  shaped  out  by  wiser  men  than  we, 
Made  wiser  by  the  steady  growth  of  truth. 
We  cannot  take  Utopia  on  by  force  ; 
But  better,  almost,  be  at  work  in  sin 
Than  in  a  brute  inaction  browse  and  sleep. 


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The  time  is  ripe,  and  over  ripe,  for  change  ; 
Then  let  it  come  ;  I  have  no  dread  of  what 
Is  called  for  by  the  instinct  of  mankind  ; 
Nor  think  I  that  God's  world  will  fall  apart 
Because  we  tear  a  parchment  more  or  less. 

Let  us  speak  plain  ;  there  is  more  force  in  names 
Than  most  men  dream  of  ;  and  a  lie  may  keep 
It's  throne  a  whole  age  longer,  if  it  skulk 
Behind  the  shield  of  some  fair-seeming  name. 
Let  us  call  tyrants  tyrants,  and  maintain 
That  only  freedom  comes  by  grace  of  God, 
And  all  that  comes  not  by  His  grace  must  fall ; 
For  men  in  earnest  have  no  time  to  waste 
In  patching  fig  leaves  for  the  naked  truth. 


No.  61.     CLEAR  THE  WAY 

CHARLES   MACKAY 

7%/f  EN  of  thought,  be  up  and  stirring  night  and  day  ; 
^  *  *-Sow  the  seed,  withdraw  the  curtain,  clear  the  way; 
Men  of  action,  aid  and  cheer  them  as  ye  may  ; 

There's  a  fount  about  to  stream, 

There's  a  light  about  to  beam, 

There's  a  warmth  about  to  glow, 

There's  a  flower  about  to  blow, 
There's  a  midnight  blackness  changing  into  gray  ; 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action,  clear  the  way. 
Once  the  welcome  light  has  broken,  who  shall  say 
What  the  unimagined  glories  of  the  day? 
What  the  evil  that  shall  perish  in  its  ray? 

Aid  the  dawning,  tongue  and  pen. 

Aid  it,  hopes  of  honest  men, 


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Aid  it,  paper  ;  aid  it,  type  ; 

Aid  it,  for  the  hour  is  ripe, 
And  our  earnest  must  not  slacken  into  play  ; 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action,  clear  the  way. 
Lo  !  a  cloud's  about  to  vanish  from  the  day, 
And  a  brazen  wrong  to  crumble  into  clay  ; 
Lo  !  the  Right's  about  to  conquer.     Clear  the  way  ; 

With  that  Right  shall  many  more 

Enter  smiling  at  the  door. 

With  the  giant  Wrong  shall  fall 

Many  others,  great  and  small, 
That  for  ages  long  have  held  us  for  their  prey  : 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action,  clear  the  way. 


No.  62.     RING  !  0,  EASTER  BELLS 

KATE   R.    STILES 

RING  !  0,  Easter  bells— ring  clear  ! 
Sound  upon  life's  atmosphere 
The  glad  news— the  dead  are  here  ! 

Bloom  !  0,  Easter  flowers  !  bloom  sweet ! 
Shed  your  fragrance  !  it  is  meet, 
As  we  our  beloved  greet ! 

Sing,  0  earth,  the  glad  refrain, 
Death,  the  conqueror,  is  slain  ! 
Life,  immortal  life  doth  reign  ! 

Swell  the  song,  ye  angel  bands  ! 

Let  it  echo  o'er  all  lands  ! 

Death  is  vanquished— Life  commands  ! 


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They  have  ris'n  !  a  deathless  throng, 
Come  to  join  us  in  our  song — 
Praises  to  the  day  belong. 

Ring  !  ring  joyously,  ye  bells  ! 
Sound  your  loudest,  clearest  swells, 
To  the  earth's  remotest  dells  ! 

Bloom,  0  Easter  flowers,  bloom  fair  ! 

Angels  to  the  earth  repair  ! 

Greet  them  with  your  fragrance  rare. 


No.  63.     QUICK  !  QUICK  ! 

HUGO 

QUICK,  quick,  0  thinkers !  Let  the  human  race 
breathe.  Shed  abroad  hope,  sow  the  ideal,  do  good. 
One  step  after  another,  horizon  after  horizon,  conquest 
after  conquest;  because  you  have  given  what  you  promised, 
do  not  hold  yourself  quit  of  obligation.  To  perform  is  to 
promise.  To  day's  dawn  pledges  the  sun  for  tomorrow. 

Let  nothing  be  lost.  Let  not  one  force  be  isolated. 
Every  one  to  work  !  the  urgency  is  supreme.  No  more 
idle  art.  Poetry  the  worker  of  civilization— what  could 
be  more  admirable  ?  The  dreamer  should  be  a  pioneer  ; 
the  strophe  should  mean  something.  The  beautiful  should 
be  at  the  service  of  honesty.  I  am  the  valet  of  my  con 
science  ;  it  rings  for  me  ;  I  come.  "  Go."  I  go.  What 
do  you  require  of  me,  0  Truth  !  sole  monarch  of  this 
world  ?  Let  each  one  have  within  him  an  eagerness  for 
well-doing.  A  book  is  sometimes  looked  forward  to  for 
succor.  An  idea  is  a  balm  ;  a  word  may  be  a  dressing  for 
wounds  ;  poetry  is  a  physician.  Let  no  one  delay.  While 


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you  tarry,  suffering  man  grows  weaker.  Let  men  throw 
off  this  dreamy  laziness.  Leave  hashish  to  the  Turks. 
LET  MEN  LABOR  FOR  THE  WELFARE  OF  ALL  ;  let 
them  rush  forward,  and  put  themselves  out  of  breath. 
Do  not  be  sparing  of  your  strides.  Let  nothing  remain 
useless.  No  inertia.  What  do  you  call  dead  nature  ? 
Everything  lives.  The  duty  of  all  is  to  live.  To  walk,  to 
run,  to  fly,  to  soar — such  is  the  universal  law.  What  are 
you  waiting  for  ?  Ah  !  there  are  times  when  one  might 
wish  to  hear  the  stones  cry  out  against  the  sluggishness 
of  man. 


No.  64.     DUTY 

JHPIS  not  by  dreaming  and  delay, 
*    But  doing  something  every  day, 

That  wins  the  laurel  and  the  bay, 
And  crowns  the  work  of  duty. 

Be  satisfied  that  thou  art  right, 
And  that  thy  deed  will  bear  the  light, 
Then  execute  it  with  thy  might, 
For  that  will  be  thy  duty. 

In  Nature's  boundless  universe, 
Thou  wilt  not  see  that  dreadful  curse, 
An  atom  to  its  work  averse, 
An  idler  shirking  duty. 

The  planets  as  they  roll  on  high, 
The  river  as  it  rusheth  by, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  cry, 
"  On,  man,  and  do  thy  duty  !" 


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All,  all  is  working  everywhere, 
In  earth,  in  heaven,  in  sea,  and  air, 
And  nothing  indolent  is  there 
To  mar  the  perfect  duty. 


No.  65.     WHAT  SHALL  BE 

JOHN   ADDINGTON   SYMONDS 

A     LOFTIER  race 

**•     Than  e'er  the  world  hath  known  shall  rise 
With  flame  of  freedom  in  their  souls, 
And  light  of  science  in  their  eyes. 

They  shall  be  pure  from  fraud,  and  know 

The  names  of  priest  and  king  no  more  ; 
For  them  no  placeman's  hand  shall  hold 

The  balances  of  peace  and  war. 
They  shall  be  gentle,  brave  and  strong, 

To  spill  no  drop  of  blood,  but  dare 
All  that  may  plant  man's  lordship  firm 

On  earth  and  fire  and  sea  and  air. 

Nation  with  nation,  land  with  land, 

Unarmed  shall  live  as  comrades  free  ; 
In  every  heart  and  brain  shall  throb 

The  pulse  of  one  fraternity. 
They  shall  be  simple  in  their  homes 

And  splendid  in  their  public  ways, 
Filling  the  mansions  of  the  state 

With  music  and  with  rhymes  of  praise. 

In  aisles  majestic,  stately  halls, 

Groves,  gardens,  bath  and  galleries, 


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Manhood  and  youth  and  age  shall  meet 
To  grow  by  converse  only  wise. 

Woman  shall  be  man's  mate  and  peer 
In  all  things  strong  and  fair  and  good, 

Still  wearing  on  her  brow  the  crown 
Of  sinless,  sacred  motherhood. 

High  friendship,  hitherto  unknown, 

Or  by  great  poets  half  divined, 
Shall  burn,  a  steadfast  star,  within 

The  calm,  clear  ether  of  the  mind. 
New  arts  shall  bloom  of  loftier  mould, 

More  heavenly  music  thrill  the  skies, 
And  every  life  shall  be  a  song 

When  all  the  earth  is  paradise. 

These  things — they  are  no  dream — shall  be 
For  happier  days  when  we  are  gone  ; 

Those  golden  days  for  them  shall  dawn 
Transcending  aught  we  gaze  upon. 


No.  66.     THE  NEED  OF  LOVE 

G.    H.    GIBSON 

ALONE,  unloved,  we  live, 
And  heaviest  burdens  bear  ; 
For  whether  in  strife  we  gain  or  give, 

There  is  always  want  and  care. 
We  cannot  with  gold  control, 

We  cannot  with  things  supply 
The  inmost  need  of  soul  for  soul, 
The  heart's  deep  hunger  cry. 


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For  things,  for  power,  we  strain — 

As  men  who  would  grasp  a  crown — 
But  all  of  our  gain  is  loss  and  pain 

For  those  whom  we  trample  down. 
And  evil  and  loss  return, 

With  never  a  glad  surcease, 
To  those  who  spoil  the  hands  of  toil, 

And  so  their  wealth  increase. 

Shall  men  be  less  than  things, 

And  ever  the  strife  go  on  ? 
The  struggle  for  power  results  in  kings., 

But  never  a  heart  is  won. 
The  service  of  slaves— ah  me  ! 

'Twere  better  by  far  to  gain 
One  single  heart,  than  rule  the  mart, 

And  so,  unloved,  to  reign. 

As  love  is  born  of  love, 

And  spirit  alone  has  worth, 
Whoever  will  love,  like  those  above, 

Begins  to  redeem  the  earth. 
In  giving,  is  all  of  gain  ; 

In  loving,  is  all  of  good  ; 
And  hearts  in  pain — in  strife  and  strain — 

Are  crying,  with  tears  and  blood. 

No.  67.     ALL  RELIGION  ONE 

W.   J.    COLVILLE 

A  LL  seers  and  sages  at  the  first, 
**•     Have  felt  and  thought  of  power  supreme, 
Thro'  nature's  outward  lights  and  shades, 
They  traced  life's  changing  cloud  and  beam. 


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But  in  their  inmost  selves  they  traced 

The  working  of  benignant  law, 
And  from  this  consciousness  sublime 

All  prophets  inspiration  draw. 

There  are  no  limits  born  of  age, 

Or  place,  that  can  the  spirit  thrall ; 
For  revelation  unconfined 

Is  granted  to  the  nations  all. 
Each  race,  each  peroid,  has  received 

The  food  adapted  to  its  need  ; 
And  in  the  living  present  too 

The  bread  of  life  mankind  doth  feed. 

The  rainbow  arch  which  spans  the  sky, 

The  seven  colors  we  percieve, 
Are  types  of  that  interior  state 

In  which  all  souls  perforce  believe. 
And  when  the  Rainbow  Bridge  is  crossed, 

Valhalla  gained,  as  Norsemen  say, 
The  splendor  of  unclouded  light 

Will  unto  all  its  beams  display. 

When  Egypt's  pyramids  were  framed, 
When  India's  temples  rose  in  strength, 

When  Greece  unfolded  poesy, 

When  Christ  appeared  on  earth  at  length, 

When  Hebrew  prophets  sang  of  peace 
Amid  discordant  strife  around, 

Thro'  all  those  varied  ministries 

.    Shone  forth  God's  love  from  depth  profound. 

The  Buddhas  who  to  India  came, 

Confucius  who  did  China  bless, 
The  Parsee  teachers,  to  whom  flame 

Is  sign  of  inward  righteousness, 


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All  speak  with  one  accordant  voice, 
Tho'  differing  dialects  they  know  ; 

The  all  same  Spirit  works  thro'  all, 
Its  radiance  on  all  paths  to  throw. 

Send  forth  true  missionary  souls— 

Let  them  with  holy  ardor  teach 
The  one  religion  veiled  in  all — 

The  many  creeds  the  teachers  preach. 
Speak  to  all  nations,  and  declare 

The  law  and  gospel  of  pure  love, 
And  show  all  bodies  how  to  move 

In  union  with  the  souls  above. 

God  speaks  to  all,  thro'  all,  alway  ; 

And  if  men  different  accents  trace, 
It  is  because  the  truth  revealed 

Adapted  is  to  time  and  place. 
Accommodated  to  men's  needs, 

The  perfect  rays  of  truth  must  be 
Thro'  prism  broken,  but  itself 

Can  never  part  from  unity. 

If  light  shows  red  and  blue  and  gold, 

The  three  in  one,  the  one  in  three, 
May  but  reveal  to  human  sight, 

Both  unity  and  trinity. 
And  if  again  the  sevenfold  light 

Shines  thro'  the  prism,  all  agree 
That  tho'  divided  here  on  earth, 

Light  ever  is  a  unity. 

The  one  religion  that  will  bind 
All  peoples  in  a  common  band, 

Making  all  wars  on  earth  to  cease, 
And  the  wide  world  one  fatherland  ; 


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Is  that  interior  thought  of  God, 

And  thought  of  man  that  teaches  well 

The  unity  of  the  pure  life 

Which  doth  in  every  being  dwell. 

Let  outward  differences  fade, 

Let's  find  the  spirit  shrined  in  all, 
And  soon  the  nations  will  agree 

To  let  their  various  idols  fall. 
Seek  for  the  best  in  every  creed  ; 

Seek  for  the  noblest  in  each  life  ; 
And  the  one  God  of  perfect  love 

Will  be  revealed  ;  thus  perish  strife. 


No.  68.     TO  THE  REFORMER 

EDWIN   MARKHAM 

INHERE  comes  a  pitiless  cry  from  the  oppressed— 
*     A  cry  from  the  toilers  of  Babylon  for  their  rest. 
Reformer,  thou  art  holden  with  a  vow  : 
The  light  of  higher  worlds  is  on  thy  brow, 
And  Freedom's  star  is  soaring  in  thy  breast ; 
Go,  be  a  dauntless  voice,  bugle  cry 
In  darkening  battle  when  the  winds  are  high — 
A  clear,  sane  cry,  wherein  the  God  is  heard 
To  speak  to  men  the  one  redeeming  word  : 
No  peace  for  thee,  no  peace, 
Till  blind  oppression  cease  ; 
The  stones  cry  from  the  walls, 
Till  gray  injustice  falls — 
Till  strong  men  build  in  freedom's  fate, 
The  pillars  of  the  new  Fraternal  State. 
Let  trifling  pipe,  be  mute, 


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Fling  by  the  languid  lute  ; 
Take  down  the  trumpet  and  confront  the  hour, 
And  speak  to  toil-worn  nations  from  a  tower — 
Take  down  the  horn  wherein  the  thunders  sleep, 
Blow  battles  into  men,  call  down  the  fire, 
The  daring,  the  long  purpose,  the  desire, 
Descend  with  faith  into  the  Human  Deep, 
And  ringing  to  the  troops  of  right  a  cheer, 
Make  known  the  Truth  of  Man  in  holy  fear  : 
Send  forth  thy  spirit  in  a  storm  of  song — 
A  tempest  flinging  fire  upon  the  wrong. 


No.  69.     THE  LESSON  OF  LIFE 

JAMES  R.   TOWNSEND 

I   HAVE  learned  a  wonderful  truth, 
*     That  lifts  my  thought  above 
The  sorrows  of  life  and  the  fears  of  death 
— Tis  the  truth  that  God  is  Love. 

I  have  learned  that  Love  is  Truth. 

And  that  Truth  and  Love  is  Life, 
That  all  in  Truth  is  harmony, 

For  in  love  there  is  no  strife. 

I  have  learned  that  the  kingdom  of  heaven 
Is  the  boundless  realm  of  Mind — 

A  realm  of  Love  and  Light  and  Truth, 
With  blessing  for  all  mankind. 

I  have  learned  that  the  Son  of  God 

Is  also  the  Son  of  Man, 
And  that  Man  and  God  are  one  in  Mind, 

Before  the  world  began. 


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I  have  learned  that  unto  me, 

In  this  wonderful  kingdom  of  heaven, 
As  sovereign  and  subject  in  truth  and  love, 

Both  to  rule  and  to  serve  is  given. 


No.  70.     SHOW  ME  THE  WAY 

ELLA   WHEELER   WILCOX 

me  the  way  that  leads  to  true  life, 
I  do  not  care  what  tempest  may  assail  me, 
I  shall  be  given  courage  for  the  strife  ; 

I  know  my  strength  will  not  desert  or  fail  me  ; 
I  know  that  I  shall  conquer  in  the  fray. 

Show  me  the  way. 

Show  me  the  way  up  to  a  higher  plane, 

Where  body  shall  be  servant  to  the  soul. 
I  do  not  care  what  tides  of  woe  or  pain 

Across  my  life  their  angry  waves  may  roll, 
If  I  but  reach  the  end  I  seek  some  day  ; 

Show  me  the  way. 

Show  me  the  way  and  let  me  bravely  climb 
Above  vain  grievings  for  unworthy  treasures  ; 

Above  all  sorrows  that  find  balm  in  time  ; 
Above  small  triumphs  or  belittling  pleasures, 

Up  to  those  heights  where  these  things  seem  child's  play; 

Show  me  the  way. 

Show  me  the  way  to  that  calm,  perfect  peace 

Which  springs  from  an  inward  consciousness  of  right ; 

To  where  all  conflicts  with  the  flesh  shall  cease, 
And  self  shall  radiate  with  the  spirit's  light. 

Though  hard  the  journey  and  the  strife,  I  pray, 

Show  me  the  way. 


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No.  71.     VOICES 

KATE   RESTIEAUX 

THE  sound  of  the  wind  in  the  pine  trees, 

The  soft  west  wind  of  May, 
How  it  speaks  to  my  heart  of  you,  dear, 
And  the  days  that  have  passed  away. 

It  is  only  a  year  ago,  dear, 

That  you  and  I  stood  still, 
Our  every  breath  and  motion  hushed 

At  the  foot  of  the  little  hill. 

And  though  no  word  escaped  my  lips, 

And  you  were  silent  too, 
Each  looked  deep  into  the  other's  eyes, 

And  both  of  us  felt  and  knew — 

That  the  sound  of  the  wind  in  the  pine  trees, 
Which  moved  us  anear  to  tears, 

Was  a  message  of  love  from  the  Infinite  One, 
Borne  to  our  willing  ears. 

And  now  as  my  life  goes  rushing  on, 
While  yours  has  seemed  to  cease, 

I  have  come  again  to  the  murmuring  pines 
For  a  message  of  love  and  peace. 

And  from  out  the  vastness  of  time  and  space, 

A  voice  sounds  low  but  clear, 
Saying  to  me  that  you  are  not  gone — 

That  you  still  are  with  me  here. 


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No.  72.     BY  THE  SIDE  OF  THE  ROAD 

W.    E.    ANNIN 

HpHERE  are  hermit  souls  that  live  withdrawn  in  the 
place  of  their  self-content ; 

There  are  souls  like  stars  that  dwell  apart  in  a  fellowless 
firmament ; 

There  are  pioneer  souls  that  blaze  their  way  where  high 
ways  never  ran  ; 

But  let  me  live  by  the  side  of  the  road  and  be  a  friend  of 
man. 

I  watch  from  my  house  by  the  side  of  the  road,  by  the 

side  of  the  highway  of  life, 
The  men  who  press  on  with  the  ardor  of  hope,  and  those 

who  fall  faint  with  the  strife  ; 
But  I  turn  not  aside  for  their  smiles  or  their  tears,  both 

'  parts  of  an  infinite  plan  ; 
Just  let  me  live  by  the  side  of  the  road  and  be  a  friend  of 

man. 

Just  let  me  live  by  the  side  of  the  road  where  the  race  of 

men  go  by, 
They  are  good,  they  are  bad,  they  are  weak,  they   are 

strong,  wise,  foolish,  and  so  am  I  ; 
Then  why  should  I  sit  in  the  scorner's  seat  or  hurl  the 

cynic's  ban  ? 
Just  let  me  live  by  the  side  of  the  road  and  be  a  friend  of 

man. 

No.  73.     IF  I  CAN  LIVE 

HELEN   HUNT   JACKSON 

IF  I  can  live 
To  make  some  pale  face  brighter  and  to  give 
A  second  luster  to  some  tear-dimmed  eye, 


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Or  e'en  impart 

One  throb  of  comfort  to  an  aching  heart, 
Or  cheer  some  way-worn  soul  in  passing  by ; 

If  I  can  lend 

A  strong  hand  to  the  fallen,  or  defend 

The  right  against  envious  strain, 
My  life,  though  bare 
Perhaps  of  much  that  seemeth  dear  and  fair 

To  us  on  earth,  will  not  have  been  in  vain. 

The  purest  joy, 

Most  near  to  heaven,  far  from  earth's  alloy, 

Is  bidding  clouds  give  way  to  sun  and  shine, 
And  'twill  be  well 
If  on  that  day  of  days  the  angels  tell 

Of  me,  "  She  did  her  best  for  one  of  thine." 


No.  74.     OUR  OLD-TIME  FRIENDS 

MAE   ELMORE   BENSEN 

f  I AHE  years  slip  by  from  the  olden  time, 

*      As  we  wander  to  and  fro, 
And  we  wonder,  "  Where  are  the  dear  old  friends 
We  loved  in  the  long  ago  ?" 

We  often  dream  of  those  dear  old  days, 
When  hand  was  clasped  in  hand  ; — 

Then  an  unspoken  thought  steals  o'er  our  soul — 
Have  they  passed  to  the  better  land  ? 

Will  we  know  them  no  more  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Where  life  is  a  checkered  way  ? — 
Or,  will  they  cross  again  life's  weary  path 

To  gladden  some  future  day  ? 


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Again,  some  day  from  out  our  band, 

A  loved  one  we  chance  to  meet, 
And  we  grasp  the  hand  in  a  tender  clasp, 

While  we  breathe  Love's  words  so  sweet. 

And  we  read  again  in  the  moistened  eye 

The  love  of  that  olden  time, 
And  renew  once  more  those  happy  days, 

In  Love's  sweet  and  tender  chime. 

Then,  we  pass  on  our  way — each  separate  life, 

Must  tread  the  winepress  alone  : 
But  the  sweet  thought  comes,  as  the  years  intervene, 

It  leads  to  the  shores  of  Home. 


No.  74.     THE  NEED  OP  MEN 

E  world  to-day  needs  MEN- 
Men  who  will  not  lose  their  individuality  in  a  crowd 
— men  of  character  and  will. 

Men  of  courage,  men  who  are  larger  than  their  business, 
who  put  character  above  wealth,  and  whose  word  is  their 
bond. 

Men  who  have  the  courage  to  do  their  duty  in  silence— 
who  are  not  afraid  to  stand  for  the  truth  when  it  is  un 
popular,  and  who  can  say  "no"  with  emphasis,  although 
all  the  rest  of  the  world  says  "  yes." 

Men  who  are  true  to  their  friends — through  good  report 
—through  adversity  as  well  as  prosperity. 

Men  who  would  "  rather  be  right  than  president."- 
Obermaver  Bulletin. 


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No.  75.     THE  KEY 

ELLA    WHEELER    WILCOX 

ALL  that  I  craved  belonged  to  me ; 
God  held  the  gifts,  and  I  the  key- 
He  held  them  waiting  my  command, 
And  yet  I  would  not  understand. 

In  petulance  and  discontent 

Full  many  a  wasted  year  was  spent. 

I  cried,  "  How  cruel  is  the  Fate 
That  bids  me  work  and  weep  and  wait 

"  For  things  that  make  life  worth  the  living, 
Nor  rob  the  Giver  in  the  giving. 

"  A  little  joy,  a  little  wealth, 
Result  for  toil,  abundant  health, 

"  A  chance  to  do,  a  chance  to  be''- 
And  then  I  looked — and  saw  the  key  ! 

Right  in  my  heart  I  carried  it, 
Divinely  fashioned,  formed  to  fit 

The  lock  of  God's  great  Reservoir, 
Which  held  the  things  I  thirsted  for. 

The  key  was  Love,  pure  gold,  a-crust 
With  glittering  gems  of  swerveless  trust. 

It  fits  all  doors,  it  turns  all  locks, 

It  leads  the  way  through  walls  and  rocks, 

It  lifts  the  bolt,  unbars  the  gate, 

And  shows  where  all  life's  treasures  wait. 


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Oh,  are  there  heights  the  feet  would  press  ? 
Use  Love,  the  key  to  all  success  ! 


No.  76.    THE  SECRET  AND  THE  RESOLUTION 

J.   A.   EDGARTON 

WITH  my  eyes  upon  the  morrow,  I  have  risen  from 
the  Past, 
From  the  shadow  and  the  sorrow,  I  have  gripped  the  goal 

at  last. 

I  have  found  within  my  spirit  all  the  riches  that  I  sought, 
And  have  reached  the  realm  I  longed  for,  in  the  kingdom 
of  my  thought. 

With  a  soul  erect,  undaunted,  now  I  face  the  Infinite, 
With  a  heart  no  longer  haunted  by  a  vestige  of  affright ; 
For  I  know  that  I  am  master  of  my  lot  and  destiny, 
That  in  spite  of  all  disaster,  I  am  sovereign  and  free. 

And  the  future  holds  no  terror,  from  my  spirit's  misty 

throne, 

I  can  smile  at  hate  and  error,  and  be  monarch  of  my  own. 
Naught  without  can  hurt  or  bar  me,  though  the  world 

should  do  me  wrong, 
In  the  end  it  cannot  harm  me,— I  can  bear  it  and  be  strong. 

What   are   honors   and   possessions?  They   are  shadows, 

nothing  more. 
What  the  plaudits  of  the  nations  ?   In  a  moment  they  are 

o'er. 

I  will  seek  the  spirit  affluence,  in  spite  of  worldly  din  ; 
And  the  plaudits  that  shall  win  me,  are  the  silent  ones 

within. 


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I  will  cling  unto  the  highest,  I  will  struggle  toward  the 

right, 

I  will  keep  my  spirit  windows  ever  open  to  the  light : 
I  will  keep  my  mind  anointed   with   the  magic  balm  of 

youth. 
I  will  keep  my  footsteps  pointed  toward  the  shining  light 

of  truth. 

I  will  leave  the  creeds  and  dogmas  to  the  pedant  and  the 

priest ; 

I  will  seek  to  do  my  duty  in  this  present  life,  at  least ; 
What  am  I  ?  If  I  should  live,  or  if  I  die,  when  I  am  gone, 
There  is  nothing  lost,  nor  can  be,  for  the  Universe  moves 
on. 

In  my  spirit  is  a  promise  of  sweet  Eternity, 

Of  a  progress  onward,  upward,  through  the  eons  yet  to  be. 

I  will  trust  it,  well  content,  and  strive  to  fill  my  present 

place, 
As  a  unit  of  the  Infinite,  a  factor  of  the  race. 

I  will  try  to  lift  myself  to  God,  by  elevating  all ; 
Knowing  we  must  rise  together,  or  together  we  must  fall, 
That  the  gospel  of  good  actions  is  the  gospel  that  is  best; 
That  the  way  to  future  blessing  is  to  make  the  present 

blest. 
All  the  baubles  that  I  wrought  for  in  the  past,  I  leave 

behind ; 
I  have  found  the  wealth  I  sought  for,  in  the  kingdom  of 

the  mind. 
With  a  soul,  serene,  self-centered,  I  can  strive,  deserve 

and  wait ; 
For  I  know  through  all  the  eons,  I  am  captain  of  my  fate. 


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No.  77.     HUMANITY  IS  DIVINE 

MARY   A.    WHITE 

Tune,  Oh,  to  be  Nothing,  Nothing. 
To  Rev.  W.  C.  BOWMAN. 

|H,  to  be  something,  something, 

Here  in  this  world  below, 
A  friend,  a  guide,  a  savior, 
To  the  weary  hearts  of  woe  ; 

Something  be  always  doing, 
Tell  of  that  blessed  clime, 

When  in  the  incoming  cycle, 
Humanity  will  be  divine. 

Oh,  to  be  something,  something, 
To  brothers  and  sisters  mine, 

Down-trodden  and  hopeless,  weary  : 
But  Humanity  is  divine. 

Oh,  to  be  something,  something, 

Type  of  the  God  above, 
Mercy  and  Truth  and  Justice, 

The  attributes  of  Love. 

Some  one  to  call  him  brother, 
And  say  of  that  glorious  time, — 

As  breatheing  in  accents  tender, 
Humanity  is  divine. 

Oh,  to  be  something,  something, 
Glad  that  this  life  is  mine, 

Proclaiming  to  those  around  me 
Humanity  is  divine. 

Oh,  to  be  something,  something, 
In  purpose  both  strong  and  true, 

Undaunted  by  powers  of  evil 
So  comfort  I  bring  to  you  ; 


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Pointing  to  the  day-star  gleaming, 
That  heralds  the  glories  sublime, 

When  the  song  of  the  victor  shall  echo 
Humanity  is  divine. 

Oh,  to  be  something,  something, 

Clasping  my  hand  in  thine, 
And  join  in  the  song  triumphant, 

Humanity  is  divine. 


No.  78.     WILL  BE  BUT  ONE  COUNTRY 

VICTOR    HUGO 

FOR  four  hundred  years  the  Human  race  has  not  made 
a^tep  but  what  has  left  its  plain  vestige  behind. 

We  enter  now  upon  great  centuries.  The  sixteenth 
century  will  be  known  as  the  age  of  Painters,  the  seven 
teenth  will  be  termed  the  age  of  Writers,  the  eighteenth 
the  age  of  Philosophers,  the  nineteenth,  the  age  of  Apos 
tles  and  Prophets. 

To  satisfy  the  nineteenth  century,  it  is  necessary  to  be 
the  painter  of  the  sixteenth,  the  writer  of  the  seventeenth, 
the  philosopher  of  the  eighteenth  ;  it  is  also  necessary, 
like  Louis  BLANC,  to  have  the  innate  and  holy  love  of 
Humanity,  which  constitutes  an  apostolate,  and  opens  up 
a  prophetic  vista  into  the  future. 

In  the  Twentieth  Century  War  will  be  dead,  the  Scaffold 
will  be  dead,  Animosity  will  be  dead,  Royalty  will  be  dead, 
and  Dogmas  will  be  dead  ;  but  MAN  WILL  LIVE. 

For  All  there  will  be  but  One  Country — that  country 
the  Whole  Earth  ;  for  All  there  will  be  but  One  Hope — 
that  Hope  the  Whole  Heaven  ! 


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All  hail,  then,  to  that  noble  Twentieth  Century  which 
shall  own  our  children,  and  which  our  children  shall  inherit. 

The  great  question  of  the  day  is  the  question  of  Labor. 
The  Political  question  is  solved.  The  REPUBLIC  is  made, 
and  nothing  can  unmake  it.  The  Social  question  remains. 
Terrible  as  it  is,  it  is  quite  simple  ;  it  is  a  question  between 
those  who  have,  and  those  who  have  not.  The  latter  of 
these  two  classess  must  disappear,  and  for  this  there  is 
work  enough.  Think  a  moment !  Man  is  beginning  to 
be  master  of  the  earth.  If  you  want  to  cut  through  an 
isthmus,  you  have  a  LESSEES  ;  if  you  want  to  create  a  sea, 
you  have  a  ROUDAIRE.  Look  you,  there  is  a  people  and 
there  is  a  world  ;  and  yet  the  people  have  no  inheritance, 
and  the  world  is  a  desert.  Give  them  to  each  other  and 
you  make  them  happy  at  once. 

Astonish  the  universe  by  heroic  deeds  that  are  better 
than  wars.  Does  the  world  want  conquering  ?  No,  it  is 
yours  already  ;  it  is  the  property  of  civilization  ;  it  is 
already  waiting  for  you  ;  no  one  disputes  your  title  ! 

Have  faith,  then  ;  and  let  us  realize  our  Equality  as  cit 
izens,  our  Fraternity  as  men,  our  Liberty  in  intellectual 
power.  Let  us  love  not  only  those  who  love  us,  but  those 
who  love  us  not.  Let  us  learn  to  wish  to  benefit  all  men. 
Then  everything  will  be  changed  ;  Truth  will  reveal  itself; 
the  Beautiful  will  arise  ;  the  Supreme  Law  will  be  fulfilled, 
and  the  world  shall  enter  upon  a  perpetual  fete  day.  I 
say,  therefore,  have  faith  ! 

"  Labor  is  Life,  and  Thought  is  Light." 

No.  79.     THE  PEOPLE'S  ADVENT 

GERALD   MASSEY 

coming  up  the  steep  of  time, 

And  this  old  world  is  growing  brighter  ! 


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We  may  not  see  its  dawn  sublime, 

Yet  high  hopes  make  the  heart  throb  lighter. 
We  may  be  sleeping  in  the  ground, 

When  it  awakes  the  world  in  wonder  ; 
But  we  have  felt  it  gathering  round, 

And  heard  its  voice  of  living  thunder. 
Tis  coming  !  yes,  'tis  coming  ! 

Tis  coming  now,  the  glorious  time, 

Foretold  by  seers  and  sung  in  story  ; 
For  which  when  thinking  was  a  crime, 

Souls  leaped  to  heaven  from  scaffolds  gory  ! 
They  passed,  nor  saw  the  work  they  wrought, 

Nor  the  crowned  hopes  of  centuries  blossom  ! 
But  the  live  lightning  of  their  thought 

And  daring  deeds,  doth  pulse  earth's  bosom. 
'Tis  coming  !  yes,  'tis  coming  ! 

Creeds,  empires,  systems,  rot  with  age, 

But  the  great  people's  ever  youthful  ! 
And  it  shall  write  the  future's  page, 

To  our  humanity  more  truthful ! 
The  gnarliest  heart  hath  tender  chords, 

To  waken  at  the  name  of  "  brother," 
And  time  comes  when  brain-scorpion  words 

We  shall  not  speak  to  stint  each  other. 
'Tis  coming  !  yes,  'tis  coming  ! 

Freedom  !  the  tyrants  kill  thy  braves  ; 

Yet  in  our  memories  live  the  sleepers, 
Though  murdered  millions  feed  the  graves 

Dug  by  death's  fierce  red-handed  reapers  ; 
The  world  shall  not  forever  bow 

To  things  which  mock  God's  own  endeavor  ; 
'Tis  nearer  than  they  wot  of  now 


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When  flowers  shall  wreathe  the  sword  forever. 
Tis  coming  !  yes,  'tis  coming  ! 

Fraternity  !  love's  other  name  ! 

Dear,  heaven-connecting  link  of  being  ! 
Then  shall  we  grasp  thy  golden  dream, 

As  souls,  full-statured,  grow  far-seeing. 
Thou  shalt  unfold  our  better  part, 

And  in  our  life-cup  yield  more  honey  ; 
Light  up  with  joy  the  poor  man's  heart, 

And  love's  own  world  with  smiles  more  sunny. 
'Tis  coming  !  yes,  'tis  coming  ! 

Ay,  it  must  come  !  The  tyrant's  throne 

Is  crumbling  with  our  hot  tears  rusted  ; 
The  sword  earth's  mighty  have  leaned  on 

Is  cankered,  with  our  heart's  blood  crusted. 
Room  !  for  the  men  of  mind  make  way  ! 

Ye  robber  rulers,  pause  no  longer  ; 
Ye  cannot  stay  the  opening  day  ; 

The  world  rolls  on,  the  light  grows  stronger— 
The  people's  advent's  coming  ! 


No.  80.     PHILOSOPHY  OF  THE  EGO 

EMERSON 

I  AM  owner  of  the  sphere, 
Of  the  seven  stars  and  the  solar  year, 
Of  Cassar's  hand  and  Plato's  brain, 
Of  Lord  Christ's  heart  and  Shakspeare's  strain. 


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HELEN   WILMANS 

I— I E  who  dares  assert  the  I 

May  calmly  wait 

While  hurrying  fate 
Meets  his  demands  with  sure  supply. 

No.  81.     BE  TRUE  TO  YOURSELF 

HARRIET   SMEAD 

WHEN  I  was  just  at  the  careless  age 
And  knew  very  little  of  life  or  myself, 
I  chanced  on  this  motto  in  some  old  page  : 
"  Be  true  to  yourself." 

Abroad  or  at  home,  at  work  or  at  play, 

Whether  waiting  on  pleasure  or  sighing  for  pelf, 
It  sang  in  my  ears  by  night  and  by  day  : 
"  Be  true  to  yourself." 

When  temptation  comes  boldly  and  knocks  at  your  door, 

Whether  robed  in  the  guise  of  an  angel  or  elf, 
By  the  aid  of  this  motto  you'll  win  every  score  : 
"  Be  true  to  yourself." 

It  is  better  than  amulet  blessed  by  the  priest ; 

It  is  grander  than  treasures  of  ocean  or  delf ; 
It  is  rarer  than  charm  from  the  charm-laden  East : 
"Be  true  to  yourself." 

No.  82.     WE  OWE  ALLEGIANCE  TO  THE  STATE 

LOWELL 

WE  owe  allegiance  to  the  State  ;  but  deeper,  truer, 
more 
To  the  sympathies  God  hath  set  within  our  spirits'  core. 


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Our  country  claims  our  fealty;  we  grant  it  so,  but  then, 
Before  man  made  us  citizens,  great  Nature  made  us  men. 

He's  true  to  God  who's  true  to  man  ;  wherever  wrong  is 

done 
To  the  humblest  and  the  weakest,  'neath  the  all-beholding 

sun, 
That  wrong  is  also  done  to  us;  and  they  are  slaves  most 

base, 
Whose  love  of  right  is  for  themselves,  and  not  for  all  the 

race. 


No.  83.     SUNSET 

W.    H.    EDDY 

A    FLASH  of  gold  upon  the  twilight  haze, 
•**•  Ten  thousand  glories  setting  sky  ablaze, 
In  gorgeous  purple  all  the  east  is  dressed, 
Pink,  rose  and  crimson  glorify  the  west. 
A  cheer  and  shimmer  in  the  autumn  air, 
Tender  as  mother's  kiss,  or  maiden's  prayer  ; 
A  chrismal  flood  of  light  o'er  flower  and  field 
Thus,  to  the  poet's  soul  stands  God  revealed. 

The  mountian  peaks,  that  in  the  noonday  glow, 
Stand  wrapped  in  mantles  of  unsullied  snow, 
Now  blush  to  beauty  at  Sun's  good-night  kiss, 
While  shadows  thicken  in  the  deep  abyss. 
The  wave  crests  glimmer  in  the  glorious  light, 
Their  darkening  ebb  reveals  the  coming  night- 
A  hush  is  in  the  air  above,  beneath— 
A  silence,  holy  as  the  sleep  of  death. 


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With  head  uncovered  and  exultant  soul, 
I  watch  the  climbing  shadows  westward  roll. 
The  sky-tints  linger  on  each  fleece  cloud's  face, 
As  lovers  linger  in  good-night  embrace. 
The  zenith  brightens  with  a  higher  glow 
While  shadows  deepen  o'er  the  world  below. 
Low  down  the  west,  in  shimmering  golden  red, 
The  sun  seems  drowning  in  a  watery  bed. 

Yet,  though  his  glorious  orb  is  lost  to  sight, 
Up  spring  broad  banners  of  resplendent  light, 
That  play  like  lightnings  o'er  the  changing  view 
As  though  its  glorious  beauties  to  renew. 
Like  as  some  giant,  when  his  death  is  nigh, 
When  breath  seems  spent,  and  but  a  feeble  sigh 
Rouses  to  final  effort  at  life's  close, 
Then  sinks  serenely  to  his  last  repose. 

The  shadows  fall,  the  night  bird  pipes  his  lay, 
The  stars  in  glory  troop  their  vast  array, 
And  seem  an  effort  with  their  feeble  beams 
To  solace  for  the  loss  of  day's  broad  gleams. 
Upon  my  ear  there  falls  tremendous  sigh — 
I  turn  to  greet  a  friend,  with  moistened  eye, 
Hand  clasps  in  hand,  no  sound  of  idle  word, 
Our  very  beings  to  their  depths  are  stirred. 

May  we  not  hope,  when  our  earth-day  is  done, 
To  sink  to  rest,  as  sinks  the  setting  sun  ? 
So  may  we  live  that  those  we  leave  may  say  : 
"  Theirs  was  the  setting  of  a  glorious  day." 


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No.  84.     AWAKE  !  AND  STRIKE  THE  HOUR  ! 

GERALD   MASSEY 

legends  tell  us  of  a  Golden  Age, 
When  earth  was  guiltless— Gods  the  guests  of  men, 
Ere  sin  had  dimmed  the  heart's  illumined  page  ; 
And  prophet  voices  said  'twill  come  again. 

0  happy  Age  !  when  Love  shall  rule  the  heart, 
And  time  to  live  shall  be  the  poor  man's  dower, 

When  martyrs  bleed  no  more  nor  exiles  smart ; 

People,  it  ripens  now.     Awake  !  and  strike  the  hour  ! 


No.  85.     GOME  CLOSE,  MY  CHILDREN 

A.    P.    WILLIAMSON 


close,  my  child  !  the  tempest  rages  high 
Come  close  to  me  until  it  passes  by  ; 
I  guide  the  winds  and  lightnings  by  my  hand- 
Come  close,  there  is  no  tempest  where  I  stand. 

Come  close,  my  child  !  your  love  is  not  in  vain, 
Though  unreturned  and  yielding  bitter  pain  ; 
Come  close  to  me,  my  child  !  and  find,  indeed, 
The  one  true  Friend  and  Lover  whom  you  need. 

Come  close  to  me,  my  child  !  I  know  your  shame; 
I  know  what  tongues  are  busy  with  your  name; 
I  know  how  lone  and  friendless  you  shall  be, 
Come  close,  and  find  companionship  in  me. 

Come  close  to  me,  my  child  !  and  do  not  weep— 
Your  loved  ones  are  not  dead,  but  taking  sleep; 
After  their  toil  they  need  refreshing  rest  — 
Come  close,  and  find  them  sleeping  on  my  breast. 


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Come  close,  my  child  !  whatever  may  befall, 
And  find  relief  and  comfort  through  it  all; 
In  every  trouble,  and  forever  more. 
Come  close  to  me,  my  child,  and  be  secure ! 


86.     A  NEW  YEAR'S  MESSAGE 

ELLA    WHEELER   WILCOX 

THIS  is  the  hour  of  the  world's  beginning. 
The  past  is  gone,  or  it  never  was  here. 
There  is  no  sorrow,  there  is  no  sinning, 

There  is  nothing  at  all  but  a  clean  New  Year. 
Stars  stood  still  in  the  night  and  wondered, 

While  out  of  the  somewhere  came  the  earth. 
So  you  have  not  failed  and  you  have  not  blundered, 
For  this  is  the  first  glad  year  of  your  birth. 

Life  is  new  and  the  world  is  before  you, 

Hope  is  with  you  and  joy  waits  near, 
And  the  hands  of  angels  are  hovering  o'er  you 

A  mantle  of  love  and  you  need  not  fear. 
Look  not  back  into  shadowed  places — 

Out  of  the  shadows  evolved  to-day  ; 
And  fair  to-day  has  a  thousand  graces — 

Claim  her  and  love  her,  and  then  away. 

There  in  the  distance  where  lights  are  shining, 
There  on  the  summit  is  set  your  goal ; 

Lose  no  moment  in  weak  repining — 
What  can  trouble  a  new-born  soul  ? 

The  way  is  open  and  Time  is  your  friend, 
And  only  good  on  the  path  can  find  you, 

If  good  alone  to  the  path  you  send. 


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No.  87.     DIVINE  MANIFESTATION 

W.    H.    CARRUTH 

A     FIRE  mist  and  a  planet, 
**•      A  crystal  and  a  cell; 
A  jelly-fish  and  a  saurian, 

And  caves  where  the  cavemen  dwell; 
Then  a  sense  of  law  and  beauty, 

And  a  face  turned  from  the  clod- 
Some  call  it  evolution, 

And  others  call  it  God. 

A  haze  on  the  far  horizon, 

The  infinite  tender  sky, 
The  ripe  rich  tint  of  the  cornfields, 

And  the  wild  geese  sailing  high. 
And  all  over  upland  and  lowland 

The  charm  of  the  golden  rod— 
Some  of  us  call  it  autumn, 

And  others  call  it  God. 

Like  tides  on  a  crescent  sea-beach, 

When  the  moon  is  new  and  thin, 
Into  our  hearts  high  yearnings 

Come  welling  and  surging  in — 
Come  from  the  mystic  ocean 

Whose  rim  no  foot  hath  trod — 
Some  of  us  call  it  longing, 

And  others  call  it  God. 

Glimmering  water  and  breakers, 
Far  out  on  the  horizon's  rim, 

White  sails  and  sea-gulls  glistening 
Away  till  the  sight  grows  dim; 


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And  shells  spirit-painted  with  glory, 
Where  sea-weeds  beckon  and  nod — 

Some  of  us  call  it  ocean, 
And  others  call  it  God. 

A  picket  frozen  on  duty, 

A  mother  starved  for  her  brood; 
Socrates  drinking  the  hemlock. 

And  Jesus  on  the  rood; 
And  millions  who,  humble  and  nameless, 

The  straight,  hard  pathway  plod — 
Some  call  it  consecration, 

And  others  call  it  God. 


No.  88.     THE  SONG  OF  THE  CENTURY 

ALLEN    PARKINSON 

\T7RITE  us  a  new  song,  Master, — 

Not  a  meaningless  echo  of  words  and  creeds, 
But  a  song  that  is  written  in  works  and  deeds. 
Write  of  the  living  flesh  and  blood, 
Of  labor  and  rest,  and  wholesome  food; 
Of  cups  of  cold  water,  of  multitudes  fed, 
Of  hope  for  the  living,  and  not  of  the  dead. 
Write,  and  the  world  shall  echo  thy  fame 
And  write  on  the  scroll  of  life  thy  name. 

CHORUS. 

Then  write  the  song  of  the  century, 
A  song  that  shall  set  the  wage-  slave  free, 
And  loosen  the  shackles  of  organized  greed — 
A  song  that  shall  make  men  free  indeed  ! 


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Sing  us  the  new  song,  singer. 
The  world  is  so  tired  of  those  old  strains— 
The  praises  of  wealth  and  unrighteous  gains. 
Sing  of  the  living  competitive  slave 
That  hopelessly  toils  with  heart  so  brave, 
Strained  on  the  rack  of  the  modern  machine, 
And  suffering  with  pains  that  are  cruelly  keen — 
Sing,  and  the  truth  in  thy  vibrant  tones 
Shall  unseat  kings  and  shatter  thrones. 

CHORUS. 

Teach  us  the  new  song,  preacher, 

The  people  are  humming  the  chorus  now, 

They  all  want  to  sing,  will  you  teach  them  how  ? 

Teach  of  the  wealth  that  no  thief  can  purloin, 

Of  the  true  God,  whose  name  isn't  stamped  on  a  coin; 

Of  a  law  by  which  man  may  redeem  himself 

From  the  blind  God  of  Mammon  and  ill-gotten  pelf. 

Teach  till  the  clamoring  voices  of  creed 

All  join  the  glad  song  of  human  need. 

CHORUS. 


No.  89.     HOW  THE  SAD  OLD  EARTH  IS  GROANING 

ABBIE   WALKER   GOULD 

FLASHING  down  on  mount  and  river, 
Shedding  rays  of  light  afar, 
Tinging  all  things  with  its  brightness, 
Causing  hearts  to  beat  with  lightness, 
Shines  the  Twentieth  Century  Star. 


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How  the  sad  old  earth  is  groaning 

At  each  wayward,  erring  child 
Who  has  turned  against  his  brother, 
Who  his  lamp  of  life  would  smother, 
Leaving  him  in  darkness  wild. 

But  we  bring  the  lore  of  sages 
From  the  archives  of  the  past, 

Thousands  glean  truth  from  its  pages 

Breath  again  the  life  of  ages, 
With  its  mystic  teachings  cast. 

Then  we  open  wide  the  portal 

Where  the  light  has  never  shone, 
Rays  we  catch  from  the  immortal 
Myriad-colored  grand  and  awful, 

Clothed  with  love  from  Heaven's  zone. 

So  we  bid  you  watch,  my  brother; 

Dawn  has  broke  across  the  hills: 
Though  the  erring  may  fight  us 
Never  can  his  power  affright  us, 

Grinds  no  more  the  God  his  mills. 

But  with  love  and  peace  undying 

We  will  work  with  heart  and  hand, 
Never  swerving,  never  turning, 
Day  by  day  grand  entrance  earning 
To  the  beauteous  spirit  land. 


No.  90.     HARK  !  THE  NEW  SONG  ! 

EDWIN   MARKHAM 

AM  the  Winged  Victory.     My  Star 
Burns  on  the  Future  with  auroral  beam: 


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I  tread  upon  the  firmament  afar— 

I  am  the  Muse,  the  mystery,  the  dream. 

The  old  song  passes  and  the  New  Song  breaks — 
The  Song  of  Tools,  the  Song  of  Common  man; 
The  road  is  Brotherhood  the  New  Time  takes, 
•  The  rallying  cry  is,  "Christ  the  Artisan." 

Up  through  the  wailing  chords  and  crumbling  stones, 

The  music  of  a  New  humanity 
Breaks  on  the  effigies  that  fill  the  thrones; 

They  hear,  but  don't  know  it  is  the  Sea. 

0  Poets,  waken  in  the  world's  eclipse  ; 

Hurl  back  the  fears,  take  down  the  battle-horn 
That  Shelley  held  against  his  burning  lips, 

And  send  on  slaves  the  lightnings  of  my  scorn. 

Wake  to  the  passion  of  my  Labor  Word, 
Rise  to  the  wonder  of  my  joyous  pain, 

Till  through  the  break  of  song  is  fairly  heard 
The  cry  of  toiling  millions  at  the  chain. 

So  crying  in  the  voices  of  my  lyre, 

"  0  souls  of  Earth,  ye  must  be  born  again — 

Born  from  the  beggary  of  self-desire — 
Reborn  to  kings — reborn  to  Social  Men." 

Leave  the  dead  altars  where  the  blind  souls  kneel; 

The  road  I  take  into  the  ages  dim 
Is  strewn  with  light  from  Beauty's  vivid  wheel, 

And  whispers  with  the  feet  of  cherubim. 

All  kingdoms  rise  and  crumble  to  one  end— 
The  dust  of  Babylon,  the  stones  of  Tyre; 

Only  my  kingdom,  waiting  to  descend, 
Is  worth  the  hero's  toil,  the  poet's  fire. 


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All  kingdoms  fail  until  my  kingdom  come; 

Feet  stumble  till  they  stand  upon  my  peak; 
Tongues  stammer  and  the  lyric  lips  are  dumb, 

Until  the  poets  of  my  passion  speak. 


No.  91.     THE  CHRIST  STATE  OF  MIND 

V3  the  Christ  state  of  mind  there  can  be  no  reward  for 
service  except  in  the  serving;  no  desire  for  gain  or 
fame,  or  of  things  external  to  service.  The  thought  of 
raising  one's  self  to  power  or  authority  over  others  is  de 
grading  and  brutal.  The  desire  for  leadership  is  but 
slightly  removed  from  the  Indian's  desire  for  scalps.  The 
time  will  come  when  the  exalting  of  one's  self  above 
another  will  be  rightly  regarded  as  the  essence  of  unrea 
son  and  vulgarity.  The  great  man,  the  individual  hero, 
the  raising  up  of  masters  over  minds  and  lives,  belongs  to 
the  child  stage  and  the  toy  age  of  human  development. 
And  it  will  pass  away  when  man  comes  to  himself,  which 
is  the  same  thing  as  coming  to  his  Christ  state  of  mind 
and  entering  upon  the  realization  of  the  Kingdom  of 
Heaven.  Jesus  appealed  to  nature  for  his  justification  of 
the  communistic  ideal.  Nature  is  indiscriminately  provi 
dential.  Jesus  saw  the  same  attributes  in  the  fatherliness 
of  God.  It  is  to  be  seen  in  the  shining  of  the  sun,  in  the 
falling  of  the  rain,  in  the  ripening  of  the  grain,  in  the 
blooming  of  the  flower.  These  all  give  themselves  without 
reference  to  human  notions  of  justice  or  morality  or  worth. 
It  makes  no  difference  to  the  sun  whether  its  rays  are 
warming  and  vitalizing  a  rich  man,  a  poor  man,  a  beggar 
or  a  thief.  It  does  not  ask  whether  it  be  shining  on  a 
Hindoo  or  a  Jew,  a  Mohammedan  or  a  Christian,  a  repub 
lican  or  a  democrat,  a  monarchist  or  a  Socialist.  It  does 


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not  discriminate  between  the  orthodox  and  the  un-ortho- 
dox,  the  good  and  the  evil.  The  sun  distributes  its  life 
and  warmth  by  an  all-inclusive  and  non-exclusive  commu 
nism.  So  with  the  flower;  it  exhales  its  fragrance  for 
the  tramp  or  the  crippled  beggar  child  as  readily  as  for 
the  millionaire  or  the  botanist.  Nor  does  the  grain  of 
wheat  inquire  as  to  the  worth  or  unworth  of  the  man  who 
eats  it.  So  far  as  the  wheat  is  concerned,  it  is  all  one  to 
it  whether  it  be  nourishing  a  fashion-plated  Lady  Bounti 
ful,  a  pauper,  a  priest,  or  a  hangman.  And  this  is  the 
way  God  acts,  the  way  the  universe  acts,  as  well  as  the 
way  nature  acts.  *  *  *  Before  we  can  realize  the 
Jesus  idea  we  must  have  Socialism.  We  must  organize 
the  world  so  that  it  shall  be  a  fit  place  for  free  men  and 
friends  to  live  in.  We  must,  through  labor  association, 
learn  how  to  work  together  for  the  good  of  all,  and  at  the 
same  time  keep  hands  off  the  individual.  Only  out  of  this 
practical  groundwork  of  experience  in  co-operation  can 
we  come  at  last  to  love  and  liberty— the  Kingdom  of 
Heaven.  We  are  judging  men  by  what  they  are  in  a  dis 
eased  and  destructive  civilization. — REV.  GEO.  D.  HERRON. 


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PART   THIRD 


MARRIAGE  AND  A  MARRIAGE  CEREMONY 

I.    SOME  OBSERVATIONS  ON  THE  SUBJECT 
OF  MARRIAGE 

OUR  present  system  of  marriage  is  doubtless 
the  result  of  past  experiences  in  civilization, 
and  is  probably  the  best  and  wisest  sex  rela 
tion  yet  evolved.  It  is,  in  fact,  a  natural  neces 
sity  under  present  political  and  social  condit 
ions.  Like  other  phases  of  life,  it  has  come,  not 
as  the  result  of  theory,  but  of  tendencies  and  en 
vironments.  It  may  not  be  an  ideal  finality,  yet  it 
is  difficult  to  see  how  it  could  be  improved  upon 
under  any  other  social  system. 

Still  it  must  be  conceded  that  the  mere  fact  of 
its  having  been  made  venerable  thus  far  by  law, 
custom  and  religion,  is  no  conclusive  evidence 
either  of  its  perfection  or  its  perpetuity.  There 
are  many  errors  hoary  with  age,  as  well  as  many 
truths  suited  to  one  stage  of  evolution  and  not  to 
another.  The  future  must  determine  whether  our 
present  marriage  system  is  to  prove  the  best  for 
all  time. 

The  miseries  and  failures  of  the  present  mar 
riage  system  may  not  be  due  to  any  essential  wrong 
in  the  system,  but  to  the  universal  law  of  incom 
pleteness  inherent  in  all  things  mortal  and  evolu 
tionary. 


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Opinions  as  to  the  extent  to  which  marriage  is  a 
failure  may  be  exaggerated  from  a  twofold  fallacy: 
first,  too  large  a  generalization  from  personal  ex 
perience;  and  secondly,  the  sensational  reports  of 
newspapers,  which  do  not  publish  the  successes  in 
married  life,  but  only  the  failures. 

Marriage  proper  is  prompted  by  sex  attraction 
and  the  divine  and  beautiful  passion  of  mutual  love 
between  man  and  woman.  Marriages  based  on 
other  considerations  than  these  are  spurious,  un 
natural  and  usually  disastrous. 

By  the  time  the  new  relation  has  passed  the 
stage  of  novelty  and  romance,  and  Love's  young 
dream  has  faded  into  real  life,  if  antagonisms  have 
not  arisen  and  developed  into  a  misfit  and  a  divorce, 
the  habit  of  association  and  companionship,  with 
the  coming  of  children  and  the  increasing  com 
plexity  of  common  cares  and  interests,  will  make 
marriage  a  success. 

It  remains  now  only  to  caution  the  unmarried 
that  although  "Love  is  blind,  marriage  is  an  eye- 
opener." 

A  MARRIAGE  CEREMONY 
1.    To  THE  GUESTS 

MARRIAGE  is  the  first  human  relation,  and 
the  most  beautiful  and  sacred  in  human  life. 
When   congenial  and  happy,    it  brings   to 
mortal  bosoms  the  highest  mortal  joys. 

It  is  the  brightest  festival  and  the  holiest  sacra 
ment  that  adorns  and  glorifies  our  earthly  life. 

Well  may  the  beauty  and  fragrance  of  flowers 
and  the  whiteness  of  joyous  raiment  mingle  in  the 
happy  scene. 

Being  authorized  by  the  laws  of  the  state,  and 
by  the  higher  law  of  Nature,  we  are  now  to  cel 
ebrate  this  beauteous  rite  in  the  marriage  union  of 
the  happy  couple  before  us. 


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2.    To  THE  COUPLE 

AND  recognizing  equal  rights  and  equal  dignity 
on  the  part  of  man  and  woman,  the  marriage 
vows  you  plight  to  each  other  are  not  separate 
and  distinct,  but  mutual  and  equal. 

Do  you  therefore,  solemnly  pledge  to  each  other 
in  this  marriage  covenant,  the  faithful  and  recip 
rocal  maintenance  of  equal  rights,  equal  love,  equal 
dignity,  equal  fidelity  and  equal  moral  purity,  so 
long  as  you  both  shall  live  as  husband  and  wife 
together?  (Both  here  answer  together— "I  do  so 
promise.") 

In  token  of  this  sacred  pledge,  and  symbolizing 
its  unbroken  perpetuity,  join  your  right  hands  to 
gether. 

(Or  if  a  ring  is  used,  instead  of  the  words,  "join 
your  right  hands  together,"  say—  "this  ring  from 
groom  to  bride  is  placed  in  mutual  giving  and  re 
ceiving. ") 

Thus  the  marriage  vow  is  sealed,  and  this  man 
and  this  woman  pronounced,  henceforth,  united  to 
live  as  husband  and  wife  in  holy  wedlock. 

(Any  closing  words  of  benediction  may  be  used 
by  the  officiant  as  may  be  deemed  proper. ) 


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PART   FOURTH 


HOME  AND  HOME  LIFE 

I.    THOUGHTS  ON  THE  SACREDNESS  OF  HOME 
LESSON  ONE— WHERE  is  HOME  ? 

HOME  is  Heaven's  first  place;  first  in  the 
beauteous  order  of  Nature,  and  first  in  the 
wondrous  history  of  man. 

2  And  what  is  home?    A  lodging  place  to  dwell 
—to  eat — to  sleep? 

3  Nay,  a   prison  or  an  ox's   stall   is   a  lodging 
place. 

4  Home  is  where  the  soul  and  its  best  affections 
reside  and  find  a  resting  place. 

5  As  the  stars  are  in  the  heavens  and  the  clods 
are  on  the  earth,  so  are  the  soul's  affections  nobler 
than  the  body's  needs. 

6  It  is  well  to  have  material  wealth  to  build,  en 
rich  and  beautify  the  place  called  home. 

7  But  better  still   if  mental  wealth  and  moral 
beauty  adorn  each  life  to  make  the  home  a  dear 
and  precious  place  of  love. 

8  Home  is  the  school  of  sure  and  effectual  train 
ing,    because  its  influences  are  constant  like  the 
"dropping  water  that  wears  away  the  stone." 

9  If  the  home  influences  are  beautiful,  true  and 
good,  the  children  take  these  qualities  by  natural 
law  as  plants  are  perfected  by  the  soil  in  which 
they  grow. 


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10  As  marble  under  the  chisel  of  the  sculptor, 
as  clay  in  the  hands  of  the  potter,  as  wax  in  the 
fingers  of  the  artist,  so  the  little  child  is  made 
good  or  evil  by  the  influences  of  the  home. 

11  As  like  produces  its  like,  and  as  the  picture 
takes  the  color  of  the  paint  that  touches  it,  so  each 
home  forms  the  character  of  its  children  by  the 
atmosphere  of  its  words  and  tones  and  tempers 
and  actions. 

12  Is  the  home  a  garden  of  beauty  and  sweetness 
and  love?    Blessed  are   the  memories  of  such  a 
home.     Sing  "Home  sweet  home." 


II.    WHAT  IS  HOME? 

THE  first  pure  symptoms  of  a  mind  in  health 
is  rest  of  heart  and  pleasure  felt  at  home." 
2  A  stranger  wandering  o'er  the  earth,  won 
dering,  asked:  where  and  what  is  home? 

3  "Home  is  the  resort  of  love,  of  joy,  of  peace 
and  plenty,  where  polished  friends  and  dear  rela 
tions  mingle  into  bliss." 

4  '  'And  say,  without  our  hopes,  without  our  fears, 
Without  the  home  that  plighted  love  endears, 
Without  the  smile  from  partial  beauty  won, 

Oh  !  what  were  man?    A  world  without  a  sun.  " 

5  Again,  come  wailing  voices  borne  on  the  night- 
winds  of  winter— the  voices  of  homeless  children 
pleading—  "  what  is  home?" 

6  Home  is  the  place  where  the  joyous  laughter 
and  prattle  of  children  are  heard,  musical  as  the 
morning  chorus  of  birds,  and  faces  are  all  smiling 
and  all  hearts  are  glad. 

7  ' '  Home  is  the  sphere  of  harmony  and  peace, 
the  spot  where  angels  find  a  resting  place  when, 
bearing  blessings,  they  dscend  to  earth." 

8  ' '  Nor  need  we  power  or  splendor, 
Wide  hall  or  lordly  dome: 
The  good,  the  true,  the  tender— 
These  form  the  wealth  of  home. ' ' 

Sing—  "  Love  at  home." 


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III.     KINDNESS  AT  HOME 

HOW  shall  we  know  a  happy  home,   and  by 
what  sure  sign  shall  it  be  made  manifest? 

2  First  of  all,  and  greatest  of  the  virtues 
that  adorn  a  happy  home,  is  the  spirit  of  gentle 
ness,  tenderness  and  love. 

3  The  law  of  kindness  is  on  every  tongue,  and 
the  spirit  of  sweet  affection  showeth  itself  in  every 
look  and  word  and  deed. 

4  Each  member  of  the  family  shows  a  tender 
regard  for  the  feelings  and  happiness  of  every  other 
member  in  all  that  is  said  and  done. 

5  In  all  the  duties  of  the  household  they  study 
how  to  help  each  other,  and  bear  each  other's  bur 
dens,  and  so  fulfill  the  law  of  love  and  kindness. 

6  When  sickness  lays  its  hand  on  one  of  the 
household,   the  tenderness  and  sympathy  of  the 
whole  family  are  shown  in  soft  footsteps,  subdued 
voices,  anxious  inquiries  and  wakeful  attentions. 

7  Even  when  temptation  has  come,  and  one  has 
fallen  into  evil,  no  word  of  harshness  is  spoken, 
but  only  words  of  sympathy  and  kindness,  that 
the  erring  one  may  not  be  discouraged. 

8  In  such  a  home  no   quarrelsome   words  are 
heard  nor  ugly  tempers  shown;  but  should  evil 
passion  suddenly  appear,  it  is  met  not  in  kind,  but 
with  patience  and  soothing;  for  "a  soft  answer 
turneth  away  wrath,  but  grievous  words  stir  up 
anger. ' '         Sing— ' '  Kind  words  can  never  die. ' ' 


IV.     PLEASURES  AT  HOME 

AND  what  delights  are  found  at  home  to  charm 
the  dwellers  there,  and  make  of  home  the 
dearest  spot  on  earth  for  old  and  young? 
2  If  home  it  be  indeed,  it  hath  within  itself  all 
elements  essential  to  fulfill  each  fond  desire,  and 
none  will  pine  to  go  elsewhere  in  quest  of  higher 
joys. 


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3  The  husband  finds  at  home  returning  from  his 
daily  toil,  his  loving,   gentle,  wife,  to  greet  him 
with  a  smile  of  welcome,  a  kiss  of  love,  and  tender 
words  of  cheer  and  hope,  unmixed  with  any  sad 
complaint  or  censure  for  his  faults. 

4  The  faithful  wife,  amid  the  endless  round  of 
cares  and  varied  duties  of  her  station,  maintains  a 
sweet  and  quiet  patience  which  holds  her  faithful 
husband  as  a  lover  still,  whose  chief  delight  is  to 
share  her  uncomplaining  troubles,  lift  each  burden 
from  her  heart  and  study  to  gratify  her  every  wish. 

5  The  happy  home  hath  children  who  are  wel 
comed  as  Heaven's  precious  gifts,  and  loved  and 
prized  as  jewel  treasures  of  the  heart,  and  the 
bright  adornments  that  make  the  home  a  place  of 
joy  and  light. 

6  The  model  home  is  a  place  of  social  enjoyment, 
abounding  in  innocent  recreations,  beautiful  pleas 
ures  and  refining  amusements,  all  studiously  de 
vised  and  superintended  by  the  parents  and  elder 
children.       Sing—  "  Do  they  miss  me  at  home?" 


V.     ORDER  IN  THE  HOME 

THE  home  where  peace  and  happiness  are 
found  gives  earnest  heed  to  the  saying  so  deep 
and  true,  that  "Order  is  Heaven's  first  law." 

2  This  magic  maxim  used  in  home  affairs  with 
constant  application,  makes  even  servile  toil   "a 
thing  of  beauty  and  a  joy  forever." 

3  Its  meaning  mainly  rests  upon  time  and  place 
and  equal  share;  a  time  for  every  duty,  a  place  for 
everything,  and  a  justly  portioned  share  of  work 
for  every  one. 

4  Seest  thpu  a  home  with  its  rising  time,  its  re 
tiring  time,  its  time  to  work,  its  time  to  play,  its 
time  for  meals,  its  time  for  rest  and  its  time  for 
worship?    How  beautiful  and  orderly  is  such    a 
home ! 


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5  But  after  all,  no  rule  does  perfect  work,  and 
some  things  extra  may  arise  each  day  to  do  out 
side  the  rule. 

6  Let  each  be  quick  to  see  these  '  'odds  and  ends, " 
and  haste  with  cheerful  heart  and  willing  hands  to 
do  the  extra  work  without  complaint— and  all  is 
well. 

7  The  home  whose  daily  duties  thus  move  on, 
with  rteady,  punctual  rhythm  like  a  drill,  is  the 
praise  of  all  beholders,  and  a  constant  source  of 
happiness  at  home. 

Sing— "Work  while  you  work." 


VI.     THE  ENDEARMENTS  OF  HOME 

THE  true  home   has  affections  and  a  dialect 
peculiar  to  itself,  and  such  a  home  is  known 
by  mutual  intercourse  of  words  far  tenderer 
than  ordinary  speech. 

2  And  who  can  tell  the  sad  misfortune  of  the 
home  in   which,   from   deep  defect  of  nature,   or 
fatal  lack  of  harmony,   the  language  of  domestic 
affection  is  never  heard  in  words  of  endearment 
between  husband  and  wife,  parent  and  child,  bro 
ther  and  sister? 

3  And  the   thought— how  sad !  this  ill-starred 
fate  ends  not  with  that  family  alone,  but  propagates 
and   multiplies   a   thousand    fold,    descending  by 
transmission  from  generation  to  generation,  each 
untrained  son  and  daughter  in  turn  becoming  par 
ent  to  many  more. 

4  But  pleasing  is  the  thought  that  refinement, 
love  and  tenderness  do  likewise  multiply  in  future 
lives  and  homes,  as  every  graft  from  a  choice  tree 
makes   still  another  tree  "bearing  fruit  after  its 
kind." 

5  And  what  are  these  charming  words  that  make 
the  line  between  the  happy  and  the  unhappy  home, 
and  give  sure  proof  that  the  spirit  of  love  and  peace 
and  harmony  abides  and  reigns  and  blesses  there? 


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6  Only  simple  words  are  they,  but  the  sign  is 
sure:  just  "husband,"  or  "wife"  or  "son"  or 
'  'daughter,  "or  "  brother, "  or  '  'sister, "  or  '  'dear, " 
or    "pet,"    or    "darling," — or   any    tender   little 
epithet  of  dearness  instead  of  the  bare  name. 

7  Simple  though  it  be,  it  is  only  where  this  dia 
lect  prevails  in  family  life  that  true  domestic  hap 
piness  is  found,  and  only  to  such  homes  does  mem 
ory  revert  in  future  years  with  thoughts  more 
precious  than  gold. 


VII.     HOME,  THE  ARBITER  OF  LIFE 

EACH  family  is  a  government  within  itself;  and 
being  first  in  the  order  of  Nature,  and  might 
iest  in  its  impress  on  human  character,  should 
be  ordered  with  deep  wisdom  and  prudence. 

2  Let  it  be  known  to  all  the  world,  for  Wisdom 
hath  made  her  solemn  proclamation,  that  the  weal  or 
woe  of  the  human  race  depends  more  on  the  order 
ing  of  the  family  than  the  ruling  of  the  state. 

3  As  is  the  fountain,  so  is  the  stream :  the  tree 
takes  its  strength  and  stature  from  the  clime  in 
which  it  grows;  even  so  the  daughter  is  like  unto  the 
mother,  the  children  are  fashioned  after  the  par 
ents,  and  are  moulded  into  character  by  the  sure 
training  of  home. 

4  As  the  cause  gives  character  to  the  effect  and 
the  law  of  responsibility  never  turns  backward,  so 
the  learner  is  not  at  fault  for  the  blemishes  of  his 
teacher ;   neither  can  the  parent  say  to  the  child, 
why  hast  thou  made  me  thus  ?    Blessed  are  chil 
dren  whose  parents  are  instructed  in  this  law. 

5  How  deeply  then  it  affects  the  heart  of  the  fa 
ther  and  the  mother  when  they  look  into  the  faces 
of  their  children  and  reflect :  ' '  these  little  ones  are 
helpless  in  our  hands  and  will  surely  copy  our  vir 
tues  and  our  faults,  transmitting  them  to  their  off 
spring  as  we  have  to  ours. 


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6  And  let  it  ever  be  before  you  as  a  verity  cer 
tain  as  the  law  of  life,  that  if  your  children  are  way 
ward  and  undutif  ul  toward  you,  it  is  surely  because 
your  way  has  been  unwise  and  perverse  with  them, 
and  your  influence  over  them  not  good,  but  evil. 


VIII.       PRACTICAL    RULES    AND    SUGGES 
TIONS   FOR  PARENTS   IN  TRAINING 
THEIR   CHILDREN 

SOME  BASIC  PRINCIPLES  TO  BE  KEPT  IN  VIEW 

A  LITTLE  child  comes  into  the  world  as  a  blank 
sheet  of  paper  to  be  written  upon  by  some 
influences.     These  influences,  if  of  the  right 
kind,  will  make  this  blank  sheet  beautiful  with  a 
fair  hand-writing  of  beautiful  traits,  habits  and  dis 
positions  ;  but  if  they  are  of  the  wrong  kind,  the 
blank  will  be  filled  with  scribbling  and  deformity. 

2  The  one  all-important  principle  underlying  the 
whole  philosophy  of  training  is  that  of  exercise. 
It   is  the   supreme   law  of  development,  physical, 
mental  and  moral.     Just  as  every  muscle  of  the 
child's  body  and  every  faculty  of  its  mind  requires 
constant  exercise    in  order  to   develop    growth, 
strength  and  skill,  so  every  principle,  trait,  affec 
tion  and  disposition  of  the  moral  nature  requires  to 
be  habitually  exercised  in  order  to  the  development 
of  true  character  and  the  forming  of  right  habits. 
For  example :   to  cultivate  kindness,    love,    pity, 
benevolence  or  generosity,  these  sentiments  them 
selves  must  be  habitually  appealed  to  and  brought 
into  exercise. 

3  How  to  do  this  is  the  most  important  question 
of  all— the  crucial  point  where  shipwreck  so  com 
mon,  so  sad  and  so  fatal  is  made  by  parents,  partly 
from  want  of  proper  understanding  and  partly  from 
want  of  proper  affectional  endowment.     In  either 


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case  the  mistake  is  in  supposing  that  children  are 
to  be  made  good  by  mere  authority  and  precept- 
talking,  telling,  instructing,  advising  and  com 
manding  them  to  do  right  and  be  good  ;  and  scold 
ing  or  punishing  (foolishly  called  "  correcting") 
them,  when  they  do  wrong,  In  reality,  this  course 
instead  of  correcting  evil  tendencies  in  children, 
actually  provokes,  arouses  and  developes  in  them 
traits  and  dispositions  the  very  opposite  of  those 
which  parents  wish  to  see  in  their  children, —such 
as  feelings  of  anger,  hatred,  stubbornness  and  re 
sentment.  As  surely  as  like  produces  its  like,  the 
only  possible  way  to  develop  good  and  amiable 
traits  in  a  child  is  habitually  to  bring  to  bear  upon 
it,  in  all  your  dealings  with  it,  the  very  spirit  and 
influence  of  these  traits  themselves.  In  a  word, 
the  whole  process  is  simply  a  matter  of  response— 
the  child  passively  receiving  influences  and  actively 
giving  them  back  in  kind. 

4  From  these  premises  it  naturally  follows  that, 
since  the  true  aim  of  home  training  is  to  refine  the 
character  and  sensibilities  of  the  children  and  bring 
their  whole  nature  to  its  best  and  highest  develop 
ment,  the  entire  manner,  conduct,  language,  spirit 
and  bearing  of  the  home  should  be  characterized 
by  love,  purity,  gentleness,  propriety  and  refine 
ment.  Children  learn  mainly  by  example  —not  pre 
cept.  Never  say  or  do  any  thing,  or  show  a  spirit 
or  temper  which  you  would  not  wish  your  child  to 
copy. 


As  TO  THE  RIGHT  SPIRIT  AND  MANNER  OF 
DEALING  WITH  CHILDREN 

1  Seek  to  control  your  children,  not  by  rigor  of 
authority,  but  by  goodness  of  influence.  Accord 
ingly  you  should  be  very  careful  to  avoid  the  man 
ner  of  one  exercising  authority  merely,  a  manner 
which  makes  children  feel  that  they  are  simply 


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forced  to  do  your  will.  On  the  contrary,  speak  to 
the  child  in  a  way  that  conveys  more  the  idea  of  a 
request  than  a  mere  command.  This  will  make  the 
child  feel  that  its  personality  is  respected,  and  that 
its  compliance  with  your  wishes  is  a  matter  of 
pleasure  and  not  of  merely  servile  obedience.  In 
a  word,  let  your  whole  manner  and  spirit  be  that 
of  kind  and  affectionate  appeal  to  the  higher  and 
nobler  nature  of  the  child,  and  not  that  of  mere 
authority  or  threatening  addressed  to  the  baser 
principle  of  fear. 

2  Never  lose  sight  of  the  all-important  truth 
that  love  must  be  the  ruling  principle  in  the  train 
ing  and  right  development  of  children.     Grown  up 
children  who  remember  the  home  of  their  child 
hood  and  youth  only  as  a  place  of  strife,  discord, 
harshness  and  severity,  are  surely  to  be  pitied. 

3  The  spirit  of  love  and  kindness  is  the  spirit  of 
peace ;   the  spirit  of    harsness  and  anger  is  the 
spirit  of  war. 

4  The  spirit  of  kindness  and  love  uses  words  of 
praise  and  encouragement ;  the  spirit  of  anger  ex 
presses  itself  in  words  of  reproach  and  censure. 

5  Anger,   scolding  and  harshness  can  never  se 
cure  a  cheerful  or  genuine  obedience.     Only  kind 
ness  and  love  will  do  that ;   and  if  the  parents 
themselves  have  not  this   spirit  inherent  within 
them,  and  do  not  exemplify  it  in  their  relations 
with  each  other,  the  case  is  the  most  pitiable  for 
both  parents  and  children. 


III.    SOME  MORE  DEFINITE  RULES  AND  METHODS 
FOR  HOME  TRAINING  AND  ECONOMY 

1  One  of  the  first  and  most  essential  rules  for 
the  proper  care  of  children  is  constant  oversight. 
During  the  period  of  infancy  this  responsibility  of 
oversight  is  absolute,  because  children  then  are  ab 
solutely  helpless  and  dependent  But  this  care  of 


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infancy  is  of  a  purely  physical  kind,  supplying  on 
ly  bodily  wants  and  preserving  from  bodily  harm. 
By  and  by  this  bodily  care  begins  to  be  relieved  as 
the  child  grows  into  activities  of  its  own,  but  over 
sight  of  another  kind  and  of  a  higher  order  now 
becomes  necessary.  It  is  now  that  the  mental  and 
moral  welfare  of  the  child  begins  to  need  guardi 
anship.  It  must  be  guarded  against  bad  influences, 
bad  associations  and  bad  habits.  It  must  not  be  left 
to  itself  to  find  its  associates  by  accident  or  pick  up 
its  reading  matter  by  chance.  Parents  must  know 
where  their  children  are,  what  they  are  doing  and 
what  they  read.  Those  who  let  their  children  run 
loose  on  the  street  are  the  people  who  furnish  crim 
inals  for  society.  This  constant  oversight  costs 
some  trouble,  but  it  costs  far  less  trouble  than  re- 
missness  costs  of  sorrow. 

2  But  at  this  very  point,  parents  are  in  great 
danger  of  falling  into  an  error  almost  as  disastrous 
as  want  of  oversight.  Failing  adequately  to  un 
derstand  child  nature  and  its  essential  demands, 
many  parents  act  on  the  theory  that  oversight  is 
merely  a  matter  of  restraint  or  prevention  by  which 
children  are  to  be  prohibited  and  their  activities 
suppressed.  A  greater  mistake  could  hardly  be 
made.  But  it  is  the  natural  result  of  the  old  dog 
ma  of  ' '  total  depravity  ' '  which  teaches  that  chil 
dren  are  born  wicked  and  that  they  have  no  incli 
nation  to  do  any  thing  but  evil.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  there  is  no  natural  desire  in  children  to  do 
either  good  or  evil  as  such.  They  are  neither  mor 
al  nor  immoral  to  begin  with,  but  are  simply  en 
dowed  with  strong  motive  tendencies  seeking  ex 
pression  in  action  without  regard  to  the  question  of 
right  and  wrong.  This  latter  distinction  comes 
later  as  the  result  of  experience  and  educational 
development.  Just  here  is  the  true  purpose  and 
function  of  over-sight  in  home  training;  not  the 
restraint  or  suppression  of  the  child's  activities,  but 
their  proper  direction  and  guidance  for  the  forma 
tion  of  right  habits  and  the  establishment  of  a  sound 
moral  character. 


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3  Keeping  this  important  principle  in  view,  watch 
the  development  of  your  children's  active  tenden 
cies,  and,  instead  of  antagonizing  or  attempting  to 
repress  them,  lay  your  diplomatic  hand  of  love  and 
wisdom  upon   them  and  guide  them  in  the  right 
way.     So,  when   you   find   your  children  seeking 
companionship  with  other  children  without  regard 
to  time,  place  or  convenience,  remember  this  is  no 
sign  of  wickedness— or  even  badness— in  the  child 
ren,  but  only  the  spontaneous  expression  of  one  of 
the  divinest  and  most  beautiful  instincts  of  human 
nature—  the  social  instinct.     Don't  rebuke  or  scold 
— only  guide  and  regulate  it,  remembering  that  the 
instincts  of  children  are  active  long  before  they 
are  capable  of  reasoning  about  the  proprieties  of 
conduct.     Reason,  discretion,  judgment— even  con 
science  itself —are  the  results  of  educational  devel 
opment  and  training,  and  it  is  both  unreasonable 
and  unjust  for  parents  to  require  or  expect  children 
to  have  these  virtues  until  they  have  had  due  in 
struction  and  training.     Instead,  therefore,  of  con 
demning  and  opposing  your  children's   fondness 
for  company,  let  them  know  that  you  approve  of 
it,  but  that  it  must  be  regulated  by  having  certain 
times  for  making  visits.     Not  only  show  them  that 
you  are  willing  for  them  to  have  these  pleasures, 
but  make  it  a  point  to  help  them  plan  for  visits, 
outings,  children's  parties,  etc.     This  will  do  more 
for  the  right  training  of  the  children  and  the  prop 
er  regulation  of   the  home   than  all  the  scolding, 
faultfinding  and  punitive  "correction"  that  could 
possibly  be  administered. 

4  Another  very  important  rule  is  to  secure  the 
active  co-operation  of  the   children  in  the  whole 
plan  of  family  government.     To  do  this,  the  home 
must  be  understood  as  an  organization,  of  which 
the  children  as  well  as  the  parents  are  members, 
each  and  all  having  some  responsible  duties  to  per 
form.     A  household  can  no  more  be  well  regulated 
without  an  organized  order  than  can  a  state  or  a 
nation.     A  certain  routine  of  work  is  to  be  done 


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every  day,  and  each  member  of  the  family  should 
know  exactly  what  he  or  she  is  to  do  and  at  what 
time  it  is  to  be  done;  and  instead  of  this  assign 
ment  of  duties  being  made  by  the  arbitrary  au 
thority  of  the  parents,  it  is  far  better  to  arrange 
the  matter  by  mutual  consultation  and  agreement 
so  that  each  one  becomes  a  real  party  to  the  tran 
saction,  personally  consenting  to  assume  his  or  her 
part  of  the  program.  It  must  not  be  forgotten 
that  child  nature  is  at  the  same  time  human  nature, 
and  that  nothing  appeals  more  successfully  to  hu 
man  nature  than  to  have  one's  personality  respec 
ted. 

5  In  order  to  the  development  of  a  spirit  of  self- 
reliance  and  self-help  in  your  children  and  encour 
age  them  in  habits  of  thrift  and  industry,  see  that 
each  one  is  entrusted  with  the  individual  care  and 
responsibility  of  some  property,  enterprise  or  occu 
pation  of  their  own.  Call  it  selfishness  if  you  will, 
but  children,  no  less  than  grown  people,  require  the 
stimulus  of  personal  interest  and  the  hope  of  re 
ward  to  bring  out  the  best  that  is  in  them. 

6.  To  secure  the  best  order  and  harmony  in  fam 
ily  life,  and  cultivate  orderly  habits  in  the  children, 
no  less,  let  every  member  of  the  family,  both  par 
ents  and  children,  have  their  own  things  and  their 
separate  place  to  keep  them.  This  will  prevent  a 
great  deal  of  annoyance  and  discord,  which  are  al 
ways  occasioned  by  a  promiscuous  handling  and 
misplacing  of  each  other's  things. 

7  To  enhance  the  social  and  unselfish  pleasures 
of  home  life,  let  it  be  the  custom  of  each  member 
of  the  family  to  relate  to  all  the  rest  at  table,  and 
at  regular  family  gatherings  each  evening,  whatever 
has  happened  of  interest  during  the  day  ;  also  for 
one  to  read  aloud  any  interesting  items  of  news,  or 
lively  sketches  from  books,  and  letters  from  mem 
bers  or  friends  of  the  family.  It  should  be  made  a 
regular  part  of  family  life  to  lay  aside  all  work  and 
care  and  spend  an  hour  together  in  social  conversa 
tion,  intermingled  with  music  and  song  of  an  ele 
vating  and  refining  character. 


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8  The  importance  of  securing  the  voluntary  co 
operation  of  children  in  their  own  discipline  and 
training  has  already  been  pointed  out  in  a  previous 
paragraph  under  the  head  of  planning  for  their 
company,  recreations,  etc.  In  order  to  secure  the 
full  benefit  of  this  principle  in  the  formation  and 
development  of  moral  character  in  the  children, 
have  them  at  the  earliest  possible  peroid,  con- 
scienciously  and  understandingly  commit  them 
selves  to  the  idea  and  purpose  of  always  doing 
right.  And  let  this  committal  be  made  at  times 
when  the  child  is  in  a  calm,  placid  state  of  mind, 
and  not,  as  is  too  often  the  case,  when  both  parent 
and  child  are  in  a  state  of  violent  passion — the  par 
ent  in  anger  and  the  child  in  fright  and  trepida 
tion.  A  promise  to  be  "  good, "  made  under  condi 
tions  so  thoroughly  "bad,"  can  have  but  little 
virtue  in  it,  if  any  at  all.  But  a  deliberate  agree 
ment  and  genuine  purpose  to  do  right,  when  form 
ulated  into  genuine  words  of  promise,  with  mind 
and  feelings  all  under  the  sway  of  the  higher  and 
nobler  impulses,  has  a  very  powerful  influence  for 
good  in  the  development  of  conscience  and  the 
shaping  of  character.  This  principle  has  been 
verified  by  universal  experience,  and  is  held  to  be 
so  essential  as  a  moral  educator  that  solemn 
pledges,  promises  and  covenants  now  form,  and 
have  in  all  ages  formed,  the  very  basis  of  all  moral 
and  spiritual  institutions.  Indeed  it  is  hardly  pos 
sible  to  overestimate  the  importance  of  utilizing 
this  principle  in  the  home  training  of  children. 
And  as  these  covenants  and  pledges  have  always 
been  associated  with  impressive  forms  and  cere 
monies  of  imitation  to  make  them  most  effectual, 
it  would  doubtless  be  of  great  service  in  the  moral 
and  spiritual  training  of  children  to  organize  the 
household  into  a  sort  of  mystic  order  with  its  ethi 
cal  code  administered  in  the  form  of  pledges  by  in 
itiatory  ceremonies,  made  impressive  by  beautiful 
forms  and  symbols.  If  such  drilling  has  been  found 
necessary  to  the  social,  moral  and  spiritual  inter- 


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ests  of  grown-up  people,  it  ought  certainly  still  to 
be  more  helpful  in  the  training  of  children,  whose 
very  nature  pre-eminently  fits  them  for  such  exer 
cises. 

9  In  carrying  out  the  foregoing  plan,  the  follow 
ing  form  of  pledge  is  suggested  as  a  gaide  : 

I  will  never  do  what  I  know  to  be  wrong. 

I  will  never  do  what  I  fear  may  be  wrong. 

I  will  never  knowingly  do  what  will  cause  pain, 
or  trouble  to  my  parents,  or  others. 

I  will  never  speak  or  act  rudely  or  unkindly  to 
any  one. 

I  will  never  speak  evil  of  any  one  unless  it  be 
necessary  for  the  protection  of  some  one  else. 

I  will  always  endeavor  to  speak  of  the  good  rather 
than  the  evil  I  may  see  in  others. 

I  will  always  try  to  be  orderly,  having  a  place 
for  everything  and  keeping  it  in  its  place,  and  do 
ing  every  duty  at  its  proper  time. 

I  will  always  strive  to  be  cheerful,  kind,  obliging, 
courteous  and  helpful  to  others,  and  especially  to 
the  sick,  the  poor  and  the  unfortunate,  remember 
ing  that  kindness  and  respect  to  the  lowly  is  the 
surest  mark  of  a  noble  mind. 

10  Another  very  important  aid  in  the  successful 
management  of  children  is  encouragement.     Goethe 
wrote  wisely  when  he  said:  "Correction  is  good, 
but  encouragement  is  better. ' '    To  this  end  parents 
should  constantly  study  to  impress  their  children 
with  the  idea,  not  that  they  are  bad,  but  that  they 
are  good,  and  that  the  parents  take  pride  in  them 
for  their  goodness.     The  way  to  do  this,  of  course, 
is  to  be  always  more  ready  to  see  and  commend 
what  is  praiseworthy  in  the  child  than  to  condemn 
its  faults.     ' '  An  ounce  of  praise  is  worth  a  pound 
of  blame  "  with  every  human  being— and  children 
are  quite  human. 

11  Should  it  be  found  necessary  as  a  last  resort 
to  inflict  punishment  upon  a  child,  let  it  be  admin 
istered  calmly,  without  haste,  heat,  anger  or  vio 
lence  of  manner.     The  aim  is  seriousness  of  im- 


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pression,  which  is  always  lost  when  hasty  and  vio 
lent  temper  is  shown.  Like  begets  like.  Bellig- 
erance  of  temper  rouses  the  same  spirit  in  the  child, 
thus  developing  in  it  the  very  traits  you  do  not 
wish  your  children  to  have.  Besides,  how  can  we 
expect  to  control  others  when  we  cannot  control 
ourselves? 

12  After  all,  universal  experience  has  shown 
that  religion  is  the  supreme  moral  force  in  family 
life,  as  in  all  other  life.  In  spite  of  all  the  errors 
and  superstitions  by  which  the  simplicity  of  the 
religious  sentiment  has  been  marred  and  distorted, 
it  is  still  a  fact  that  the  mothers  who  have  gone 
deepest  into  their  children's  lives  and  filled  them 
with  undying  memories  of  "home  and  mother," 
are  not  those  who  have  been  harsh,  exacting  and 
fault-finding,  but  those  who  have  led  their  children 
into  "the  secret  place  of  the  Most  High,"  and 
with  tender  and  loving  hands  upon  their  heads 
have  kept  them  "under  the  shadow  of  the  Al 
mighty.  ' ' 


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terror,  but  accepting  it  as  a  necessary  incident  in 
the  divine  and  eternal  order  of  Nature,  and  there 
fore  not  an  evil  but  a  good. 

Could  we  look  upon  the  sleep  of  death  with  a  full 
comprehension  of  its  meaning,  we  would  exclaim, 
"How  beautiful!" 

And  how  it  lightens  the  burden  of  our  sorrow  to 
know  not  only  that  our  loved  ones  still  live,  but 
that  through  the  gates  which  are  left  ajar,  they  are 
coming  and  going  to  make  our  lives  on  earth  one 
with  that  above. 

No.  3.  It  is  always  a  solemn  and  impressive  occa 
sion  when  we  come  to  consign  a  human  being  to  the 
grave  ;  but  to  those  whose  minds  are  free  from  su 
perstition,  it  is  never  an  occasion  of  despair. 

Superstition  only  has  surrounded  the  death  bed 
with  terrors  and  filled  the  future  with  hideousness 
and  gloom.  A  knowledge  of  the  true  philosophy 
of  life  banishes  the  fear  of  death,  dissipates  the 
darkness  of  despair  and  puts  a  star  of  hope  in  ev 
ery  sky  and  over  every  coffin.  For  while  some 
claim  to  have  no  knowledge  of  the  future  beyond 
the  grave,  yet  in  an  hour  like  this  we  can  each  and 
all  of  us  say  that  we  hope  to  meet  our  dear  de 
parted  ones  in  a  higher  and  a  better  world.  And 
who  knows  but  that  these  very  sorrows  of  death 
are  meant  by  contrast  to  give  a  higher  joy  to  life 
itself,  as  the  light  is  made  more  precious  by  reason 
of  darkness,  and  sweetness  still  more  sweet  after 
tasting  the  bitter  herb. 

In  the  presence  of  death  how  beliefs  and  dogmas 
wither  and  decay ;  how  loving  words  and  loving 
deeds  burst  into  blossom.  In  every  heart  there 
grows  the  flower  of  eternal  hope.  Immortality  is 
a  word  that  hope  has  been  whispering  to  love 
through  all  the  ages  past.  For  this  hope  of  reun 
ion  of  hearts  beyond  the  grave,  we  are  not  in 
debted  to  any  priesthood,  to  any  church,  or  to  any 
book.  It  was  born  of  human  affection,  and  has 
ebbed  and  flowed  in  the  human  heart  in  all  ages 


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and  in  all  lands,  and  will  still  be  found  wherever 
love  kisses  the  lips  of  death.  So  beneath  the  sev- 
en-hued  arch  of  hope  we  lay  our  dead  to  rest. 

No.  4.     (For  Children.) 

"  Leaves  have  their  time  to  fall, 

And  flowers  wither  at  the  north  wind's  breath ; 

But  all — all  seasons  are  thine  own,  0  death." 

By  the  immutable  decree  of  Nature,  the  young, 
as  well  as  the  old,  are  subject  to  death  at  any  time. 
From  the  wondrous  tree  of  life  the  buds  and  blos 
soms  fall  with  the  ripened  fruit,  and  in  the  com 
mon  bed  of  earth  patriarchs  sleep  side  by  side. 
There  is  not  a  flower  that  scents  the  mountain  or 
the  plain  ;  there  is  not  a  rosebud  that  opens  its  per 
fumed  lips  to  tho  morning  sun,  but  ere  the  evening 
comes  may  wither  and  die.  The  stem  is  oftentimes 
broken  ere  the  iily  is  fully  blown.  We  catch  but 
a  glimpse  of  its  beauty,  and  a  breath  of  its  frag 
rance  and  it  is  gone  from  our  view. 

The  life  of  one  who  dies  so  young,  as  it  appears 
from  the  ever-flowing  stream  of  time,  is  like  a  ray 
of  sunshine  that  gladdens  the  heart  of  the  tempest- 
tossed  mariner  as  it  flits  across  his  way  and  bids 
him  hope  for  brighter  days. 

'Tis  vain  to  bid  the  sorrowing  heart  dismiss  its 
grief ;  but  to  those  who  mourn  so  deeply  and  so 
sadly  o'er  this  coffin  we  may  offer  the  sure  conso 
lation  that  '  'it  is  well  with  the  child. ' '  And  even 
this  great  sorrow  will  in  mercy  be  abated  by  the 
healing  balm  of  time,  for  the  heart  of  our  great 
Father-Mother  ir  a  heart  of  love  and  kindness 
after  all. 

No.  5.  (For  the  Aged.) 

By  the  immutable  decree  of  Nature  both  old  and 
young  are  subject  to  death  at  any  time. 

Man  in  mellow  old  age  sinks  as  tranquilly  into 
the  slumber  of  death  as  the  infant  falls  asleep  on 
its  mother's  bosom. 


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In  youth  we  cling  tenaciously  to  life,  and  are 
troubled  at  the  thought  of  dissolution.  This  youth 
ful  tenacity  of  life  may  be  likened  to  the  clinging 
of  the  unripe  fruit  to  the  branch.  It  cannot  be 
plucked  thence  except  by  the  violent  breaking  of 
the  stem  which  holds  it.  But  the  hold  on  mortal 
life  with  the  aged  has  gradually  weakened,  until 
it  is  like  the  ripened  fruit  of  autumn,  touch  it 
gently  and  it  drops  freely  to  the  earth.  In  this  we 
clearly  recognize  a  benign  provision  of  Nature's 
kindly  plan. 

Death  comes  to  the  aged  as  the  plucking  of  the 
full-grown  ear  ;  as  the  sickle  to  the  golden  grain  ; 
as  the  gathering  of  the  evening  shadows  around 
the  setting  sun ;  as  the  falling  of  the  seared  leaf 
touched  by  the  frosts  of  winter.  Tired  of  the  dust 
and  glare  of  the  day,  they  hear  with  joy  the  rust 
ling  garments  of  the  night.  And  yet,  if  the  light 
of  immortality  is  shining  upon  them,  this  welcome 
night  is  but  the  restful  prelude  to  the  morning  of 
an  eternal  day. 


VII.     (A  FINAL  READING) 
JOHN  S.  ADAMS 

SWEET  rest  at  last !    At  last   the  hands  are 
folded 

Upon  a  pulseless  breast, 
And  a  soul  grown  tired— of  earth's  great  burden 

weary— 
Hath  found  sweet  rest. 

Sweet  rest  at  last !    A  long  and  faithful  worker 

On  life's  broad,  beaten  road, 
Reaching  the  confines  of  a  life  immortal, 

Lays  down  the  load. 


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Sweet  rest  at  last !     No  longer  thorns  are  pressing 

Upon  a  care-worn  brow  ; 
But  from  the  heavens  a  fadeless  crown  of  blessing 

Rests  on  it  now. 

Sweet  rest  at  last !     No  more  earth's  fretting  dis 
cord 

Disturbs  the  holy  calm  ; 
But  angel  choirs  chant  to  the  listening  spirit 

Their  peaceful  psalm. 

Sweet  rest  at  last !    We  clasp  our  hands  in  silence, 

And  inly  hope  to  be 
Some  time  with  those  who  enter  at  the  portal, 

And  heaven  to  see. 

Some  time,  amid  the  realms  of  fadeless  beauty, 

Earth's  toils  and  sorrows  past, 
Find  with  the  dear  ones  who  have  gone  before  us 

Sweet  rest  at  last." 


CLOSING  WORDS  AT  THE  GRAVE 

ON  lowering  the  casket  it  is  always  appropriate 
to  use  the  time-honored  formula  :  ' '  Earth  to 
earth,  ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust,  and  the 
immortal  spirit  risen  to  the  realms  of  immortality. ' ' 
After  which  one  of  the  following  paragraphs  (or 
any   other  optional   form  of  benediction)  as  may 
seem  best  may  close  the  service  : 

I. 

"To  Nature,  the  source  of  all,  we  now  surrender 
him  (or  her)  who  has  passed  on  before  us. 

May  all  the  sweet  and  thrilling  influences  of 
fragrant  fields,  of  flowering  plants,  of  bursting- 
buds  and  blossoming  vines,  of  silvery  streams  and 


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genial  showers,  of  setting  suns,  of  jeweled  nights 
and  dawning  days,  melodious  with  the  songs  of 
birds  and  with  all  the  wondrous  harmonies  of  Na 
ture,  be  with  our  dead." 

II. 

"  With  morn,  with  noon,  with  night;  with  chang 
ing  clouds  and  changeless  stars  ;  with  grass,  with 
trees  and  singing  birds  ;  with  leaf  and  bud  ;  with 
flowers  and  blossoming  vines ;  with  all  the  sweet 
influences  of  Nature  and  with  the  tender  and  loving 
memory  of  friends  and  kindred,  we  leave  our  dead. " 

III. 

"In  this  peaceful,  silent  city  of  the  dead  we  have 
laid  to  rest  the  mortal  remains  of  our  departed 

— .     Peace  be  to  -    -  ashes  and  respect  to  - 
memory.     May  -    -  evil  be  buried  with  -    -  and 

-  live  after ,  since  "  death  leaves  only  the 

beautiful."  Let  us  sympathize  with-  -misfor 
tunes,  remembering  that  there  is  no  sky  always 
cloudless.  Let  us  forget  -  -  shortcomings,  re 
membering  that  it  is  human  to  err.  Let  us  cherish 
the  memory  of  -  virtues,  -  -  kind  wrords  and 
living  deeds  in  the  name  of  humanity's  common 
brotherhood." 

IV. 

Through  all  the  bygone  generations  man  has 
stood  before  the  mysterious  vail  which  separates 
the  present  from  the  future  with  his  feeble  torch 
anxiously  inquiring  what  form  of  existence  shall 
succeed  this  earthly  life.  Poets,  philosophers, 
prophets  and  priests  have  painted  this  future  with 
their  visions  and  dreams,  making  the  picture  dark 
or  brilliant  according  as  their  traditional  beliefs 
were  bright  or  gloomy.  But  in  the  surer  light  of 
spiritual  revealments  the  long  night  of  superstition 
is  dawning  into  day.  There's  light  ahead  for  all 
the  dead. 


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V. 

The  upper  air  is  peopled  by  the  departed.  Death 
does  not  destroy  us.  It  simply  separates  by  a  mys 
terious  alchemy  the  mortal  from  the  immortal,  and 
it  is  only  a  short  journey  from  this  world  to  the 
other.  While  we  are  saying  our  "good  night"  to  the 
dying,  they  are  listening  to  a  "good  morning" 
from  those  who  have  joined  the  majority.  Our 
dead  are  not  far  from  us  ;  but  we  would  not  keep 
them  earth-bound  by  our  griefs.  We  say,  then, 
not  "Farewell,"  but  we  look  upward  and  follow 
them  to  higher  realms. 

(NOTE. —In  case  of  cremation,  the  paragraphs  in 
tended  for  use  at  the  grave  are  of  course  to  be 
omitted,  and  in  their  stead  a  brief  service  should 
be  held  at  the  crematory  chapel,  suitable  to  this 
method  of  disposing  of  the  dead.  In  closing  such 
service  the  following  formula  is  suggested  as  ap 
propriate  :)  '  'And  now,  as  gold  is  purified  by  the  fire 
and  the  spirit  is  chastened  in  the  furnace  of  afflic 
tion  ;  as  the  transforming  power  of  heat  is  Na 
ture's  mighty  process  of  purification  and  the  re 
newal  of  life ,  so  the  elements  of  the  mortal  body 
are  quickly  purified  by  fire  and  set  free  again  in 
Nature's  great  laboratory  of  life  to  quicken  other 
forms  of  living  beauty  ;  while  the  immortal  spirit 
passes  into  the  realm  of  immortality  to  be  greeted 
by  the  loving  and  loved  ones  who  have  gone  before. 
So,  looking  upward,  not  downward,  we  say  this 
brief  farewell ;  and  may  the  sweet  consolations  of 
immortal  hope  and  life  eternal  lift  the  shadows 
from  all  these  sorrowing  hearts.  Amen." 


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